California 33 is a throwback to the 1950s. A time when roads had no guard rails. When the route flowed with the land rather than being blasted through it.

Few have any reason to visit, except for the pure thrill of the drive.

Climbing to a mighty 2,200 metres the views are either epic or non-existent as the road can get completely engulfed in cloud.

It’s a rock-crawling, axle-twisting grind through the High Sierras

It was a monumental feat of engineering, employing 18,000 men over an astonishingly short eight months, in some of the most inhospitable terrain the world has to offer.

There are more than a dozen memorials to those who have perished along the way.

The Lysebotn Road tests man and machine, tightening in places before rising to a series of plateaus with the road reaching out as far as the eye can see and gentle kinks littered between bursts of straight.