With the precision of a surgeon, I feathered the clutch. The truck groaned, sliding inches toward the ledge before the tires bit. Slowly, agonizingly, I backed up until the bus could squeeze past, the driver giving me a somber nod of respect.
The engine of my overloaded Kenworth roared, a guttural protest against the thin air of the . They call it "El Camino de la Muerte"—the Road of Death—and as the tires gripped the crumbling edge of a thousand-foot drop, I realized the name wasn't just marketing. 18 Wheels of Steel: Extreme Trucker PC
Should we keep this driver's journey going toward the or head straight for the Ice Roads ? With the precision of a surgeon, I feathered the clutch