Been there...

La Cumbre (above La Paz) to Coroico is officially the world's most dangerous road, in terms of fatalities. Barely wide enough for a single car, it's gravel track winds 64km down a lush green mountain and descends 3,600m vertically in altitude. It's the only left-handed road in South America, so that drivers can see if their wheels are going over the edge. Cycling down it is a big tourist attraction, despite regular fatalities and an average one traveller a week hospitalised. I just hoped it wasn't going to be me. (Don't panic Sandra, Annie and the boys stayed behind).  
Starting at 4,700m above sea level, we rode down through the clouds, led by Ben, an American downhill racer. Cycling (and occasionally skidding) around corners with deadly sheer drops only inches away, past and even through huge waterfalls, and splashing across streams it was hard to concentrate on the road as we travelled down through some of the most achingly beautiful scenery (I now know the true meaning of that phrase) I have ever seen - made all the more dramatic by the low clouds and misty rain. It's probably one of the most scary, exhilarating and fun things I've done, and luckily we all came through un-scathed, earning ourselves complimentary 'badge of honour' tops - so I can now say: 
"Worlds Most Dangerous Road? Been there, done it, got the t-shirt." 
Literally.