The Highlight of Hoosier Hill

The Highlight of Hoosier Hill. … Or, should I say, “The highpoint of the highpoint.” Book deal and instant stardom anyone? Okay, enough of that.

Consider this post a warning. If you are driving north out of Richmond, Indiana on Route 227, and you see a speed limit sign that reads, “Speed Limit 45,” do go 45. I am not exactly a hardened criminal. I mean look at my picture, I look like the kind of guy that would get kicked off the Chess Club because he isn’t cool enough.

Anyhow, there I am, Mr. Speed-Limits-Don’t-Apply-To-Me, going around 60 mph. The whole road is a series of these little hills that cause that weird feeling you get in your stomach from a roller coaster. I am zipping along in my Jeep, thankful that no one is there to hear me giggle like a school girl on each hill, when I go over this one hill that should have gotten the head of the road commission sentenced for negligent homicide. Now, I am not sure if my Jeep came off the ground, but I know my suspension was all the way stretched out and when gravity caught up with me, half of my airborne gear flew up the front seat.

I don’t think I have ever had more fun driving, and I am really thankful that I didn’t snap my Jeep in half. So there you have it, if you take this route to the highpoint, either make sure that you sort of follow the speed limit, or make sure that you are driving a rally car.