Interesting topic, Melissa!
Many years ago my mother gave up her home of 20+ years in the Southern California area of Los Angeles (it broke her heart, I think, but she had to sell) and moved herself and all of her belongings to Northern California. She drove with her companion in her car, I drove the U-Haul by myself, which was the largest U-Haul moving van rented by U-Haul. And the largest vehicle, I think, that I have ever driven. It was huge. We crammed it full to bursting with all the lifetime accumulation of furniture and belongings and stuff from her 4-bedroom home.
It was one
heavy load.
Anyway, having lived in California most of my life, and having driven the "Grapevine" (north-south California freeway Interstate 5) many times in a passenger vehicle (which is scary enough!) I well knew what I was in for. "Grapevine" is a very accurate description of this road. It goes over a fairly high mountain pass into the flat central valley, twisting, turning, descending nearly 4,000 feet in the space of only about 4 miles!
Check out this scary video (is there anything that is
not on YouTube?) of the Grapevine, if you would like a taste:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OFn2YYyub2cI tell you I had been sweating bullets for days as we were packing, knowing that I would have to drive this scary stretch of steep downhill freeway.
Got on the road, traveled in tandem for an hour or so, but as we hit the Grapevine downhill grade my Mom just zoomed off in her car at the normal speed limit. I just let them go - I was pretty much scared spitless (sweaty palms doesn't begin to describe it), but I never mentioned it to her (either then or later).
Purely by instinct, I guess, I used the braking technique that Melissa described - not riding the brakes (I did know that if my brakes got overheated I would be done for), but making a "stab" now and again on the brakes to reduce speed, trying to keep things slow and even. I also kept the truck in a lower gear. To my great relief, this worked just fine, no overheated brakes or anything.
Not too good for my Mom, though.
She had pulled over at the bottom of the grade waiting for me and was in a total panic, thinking that I had crashed somewhere on the grade. She had been waiting at least fifteen minutes for me (her speed had got her that far ahead). I pulled over when I saw her, and she was in tears. She wanted to know why I didn't "keep up" and if I was trying to "scare" her or something. I didn't try to explain (I was still getting over a pretty darn good scare myself!) - she was too upset, this was early in our trip - so just smiled and said that I thought it had been better for me to go a bit on the slow side, sorry I had worried her, and left it at that.
Thinking back on this story I don't know why I decided to go slow and brake like this - it just seemed like the right thing to do. Got lucky, I guess. Also, it didn't escape me that the big rigs (there were a lot of them - there always are on the Grapevine) were going as slow as I was, and their brakes weren't smoking either. I took the hint!
Even today, Grapevine is not a road I would choose to drive if there was an alternative.
Usually there isn't, because Interstate 5, of which Grapevine is but a small part, is the major (and only) North-South artery linking California to Washington. For those who drive the Grapevine with any regularity one can almost always see some smash or another on the side of the road where someone has lost their brakes. And not just the big rigs.
Anne