Come and visit me in the winter.
The Ozarks are wet, very wet in winter. To get to my house, you turn off the paved road (no Redneck jokes, please

), drive 3.5 miles, turn off the county road, drive 0.6 miles, turn off the common road, and drive 0.25 miles. And keep your hands in sight untill called in.
We have in Arkansas a marvel of engineering called a “low water bridge.” This is basically a slab of concrete in the bed of the creek. When the creek is up, you make your own decision about whether you can cross or not.
I have seen a car swept off the low water bridge crossing the creek that flows past my house. (The sherriff, coming to the scene, asked, “You don’t reckon them boys left anyone in there, do you?” And I replied, “Dunno, Jim. Was either of them named Kennedy?”)
My wife had to cross that particular low water bridge every day on her way to work – she’s a nurse.
Guess what kind of a car she drives?