Fragments that won’t find a place anywhere else. Suicide lanes

Although built between the 1920s’ and the 30s’, up until the 60s’ you could see around America many roads with three lanes, being the middle one shared by cars going in both directions. The reasons why they were built are slightly obvious, if one goes back in time, but its subsequent danger, amplified by the newer technologies of cars, is blatant. Unsurprisingly enough, these roads were known as “suicide lanes”.
Well, suicide lane was precisely the name bestowed upon these immense ramps that crossed the Southern part of the territory, and that we were overseeing from the plateau Kim brought us to. This was the day of the Race. Suicide Lane would be an appropriate name, and we were told there were enough car wrecks and mayhem in the Race. It took a while for me to realize that it made no sense to call it suicide, in these lands. Still, we were curious. It was just another vista, and we couldn’t get enough from this Country. The Country of the Dead.