Burma Road is a gravel road up the side of a hill that sits between my house and work. I use to drive it all the time when my parents lived on campus. It's height is just over half a mile or 1051 feet. It's a road that I should not have taken this morning because 1. An Uncle and his friend drove off the road a few years ago, killing them both and 2. My car isn't made for uphill gravel roads.
It's a steep hill. With my camera in the back seat and the morning fog moving quickly away, I headed up the hill stopping at corners to get out and take some shots. I breathed a sigh of relief when I got to the top. I put the car in park and applied the hand break. Just as I was about to step out of the car, she started to roll backwards. Lucky for me there was a short barrier rail that stopped the car from going over the side of the hill, which would have ultimately sent me on a one-way trip to Jesus.
A bonus to not dying, I got some picturesque shots!
Won't be driving up or down Burma Rd ever again.
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