Drive up to Big Bear on CA 330 and you feel like a rat in a maze. The road zips up through carnival-ride corners shouldered with impenetrable chaparral. Oncoming traffic appears out of nowhere. Suddenly, behind you, there’s a string of impatient cars. You pull over, and they fly by in a flash of waxed paint and chrome.
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