High Speed With Restricted Access Roads
Restricted access roads, known as Autopistas or Supercarreteras, are limited access expressways with predetermined points-of-access interchanges. Access to these roads is generally prohibited for pedestrians and animal traction vehicles, as fences are located at a side of the road for most of the length. Autopistas are a divided highway with 4 or more lanes. Supercarreteras are always two-lane highways and are most commonly found in mountain areas. The maximum speed limit is 110 km/h (68 mph) for cars and 95 km/h (59 mph) for buses and trucks. In some cases, the maximum speed can be 120 km/h (75 mph).
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