Recently, I drove to Carthage, N.C., to see some old friends. From Columbia, I took U.S. 1 from Camden through McBee to Cheraw, then into North Carolina.
I’ve driven on bad roads before. I’ve driven in the American northeast, where melted snow seeps into the pavement and cracks it all winter long. I’ve driven in the Scottish Highlands, where many of the roads can’t really be called roads at all.