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Tom, the guy in the wicked fast MR2 Spyder that led us around in May, was in the office a day or two ago attempting to revive my dead server.
He said that the local cops are now crawling all over the various corners of the TOD to give speeding tickets due to a consistent fatality rate on the road (motorcyclists make up the bulk of it, if not all of it I'm sure).
All this to say, I'm doubting the road is nearly as much fun as it was when we went there in May.
... but I still dream of going back all the time. In my dreams, I don't have to drive 17 friggin' hours to get there though!
If I lived within an hour or two of the road, I'd be driving it once a month.
That place is as addictive as heroine for the Boxster owner.
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