Here's how you play- I give you a scenario and you draw a spiritual analogy from it. Whowever comes up with the best illustration (as determined by me) wins.
Every time I drive up and down the mountain I feel like I am taking my life into my hands. Why? Just look at those boulders! Like the sword of damocles they precariously loom directly over the roadway promising death (or catastrophic injury at a minimum) in the event that an earthquake occurs as our Astro Van is zipping by.The scariest thing is that an earthquake isn't even necessary. Gravity and some crumbly dirt may be all that is needed to bring one of those big boys down. There is absolutely no shoulder and some of those boulders actually overhang the traveled way. They don't appear to be anchored to bedrock. California has many problems on its plate but perhaps none so pressing as Highways 243 and 74.