You know Lolly’s Killer Curves.
For the uninitiated, Lolly’s is a 10.7-mile section of Old Route 29, carved into the ridge between Parson’s Hollow and Blue Summit. It’s named after Lolly Taggart, a bootlegger’s wife who, in 1953, supposedly drove a modified Hudson Hornet through this pass at 90 miles an hour with a trunk full of moonshine—and a federal agent hanging off her rear bumper. She lost him in the third hairpin. Legend says she never spilled a drop. lolly's killer curves
Memorial crosses dot the roadside, weather-beaten and adorned with faded ribbons. One, near mile marker 14, is painted bright pink. That one’s for Lolly herself—she died in 2001, not in a crash, but in her rocking chair, facing the road she conquered. Her grandson still leaves a jar of white lightning on the marker every May 15. You know Lolly’s Killer Curves
“They thought they knew how to drive,” Cruz says with a smile. “Lolly proves otherwise.” Not everyone survives the lesson. The local volunteer fire department has a nickname for the ravine: “The Taker.” Wrecks happen about once a month, though only a handful make the news. Most are single-vehicle accidents—a Mustang that entered a 25-mph turn at 60, a pickup truck that misjudged the decreasing radius of “The Corkscrew,” a tourist in an RV who tried to take the hairpin wide. She lost him in the third hairpin