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I stopped several times trying to figure out how to get off this thing. There were no exits but straight down gorges along cliff edges. Even thought of trying to slide the scooter down the steep ravine to reach a road down below but thought not. I stopped and consulted my map. This death ride seemed to be of only about thirty kilometers. I think finally I proceeded very very slowly on the shoulder taking a long time but making it safely. No more toll ways for me.
My second travail was in the mountains of Southern France, the morning of my second or third day out, having begun my tour of Europe in Rome. Driving the narrow mountain roads, I drove straight - but the road curved left. I slammed on my brakes, slid to a stop maybe six feet off road, and was looking at the tops of trees - a sheer precipice another half dozen feet ahead of me. At times like this, I would think things like, well maybe had I sailed out into space, hit the top of that tree, grabbed hold and held on and been able to climb down from there. But mainly I thought - I have to do less sight-seeing and more driving, when navigating these curvy roads.
This scooter although the biggest they made, was not like a motor cycle, much lighter and small wheels, so I didn't feel it safe to drive, but around forty-five or fifty miles an hour; much slower than most of the general highway traffic. The highways that I generally plied were two lane and I was always being passed by trailer trucks. When one of these came along I had to get into about a two yard lane on the far right, and hold it there leaning right, since the truck affected to suck me into its rolling vortex.
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