Pigeon Forge Tennessee. Drivers were over the top polite as if they’d been threatened with imprisonment.
Oddly, 10 miles up the road in Gatlnburg I had my worst run in with a psycho driver that, apparently, was mad because he couldn’t catch/pass? me as I was ascending down a mountain faster than he could in his E-class Benz.
Cops were called. He was a known local legendary ass.