I meant 200 miles of the dragon. We have a few roads like that here. I was in my truck on one for about 2 hours behind a dumb sheriff in a police interceptor. We were doing about 65, and he would straddle the center line during turns. What worried me was that he would straddle the line topping the hills. I never squealed a tire, and if he'd have turned off, I'd have been gone. My wife gets carsick easily, and her breakfast provided no nourishment that day.
I guess I'm glad I didn't push it, because I did once in another vehicle. I'd had the ball joints replaced in a Blazer. A few days later, I drove back from Norfolk, VA, to DC, then home, following my GPS. Rather than take 64, it routed me through some interesting mountain trails. My wife and I swapped off driving. She uses the brake through turns, but I use the throttle, to help steer the back end. I also run 15-20MPH faster than my wife. It felt like 4 hours of those mountain trails. When I got home, I took the Blazer in to the shop to see why the front end was so loose. The MOOG ball joints were destroyed.
If you drop out, don't you miss out on the meal-time gatherings? There didn't seem to be exits in the dragon; it looked like once in, you had to continue to the end.