OK, I remember it. The concept is simple. A cult of degenerates (think the Hills Have Eyes or the Children of the Corn) based somewhere in Midwest or perhaps the Southwest of the United States have begun to worship a being known as the Asphalt God. In World of Darkness terms, this would be a spirit of roads but in another setting/system it might be a minor god/demon or a figment of their feeble imaginations. In any case they treat the road as sacred attacking vehicles and people who they feel profane their dark deity.
Beyond simple numbers and aggressiveness, they might have some sort of minor blessing or curse from their "god." Perhaps they are tied to the stretch of road that is infused with their god (or perhaps the blood of a vain and vengeful ghost). They can't escape and neither can their victims. They drive down the road only to come back to the beginning. Meanwhile the cult patrols the corn fields that border the road. Perhaps the cult even consists of motorists and their descendants trapped here for decades. They could patrol the road on rusted Cadillacs and the like, fed by the oil their god provides. And maybe their god is growing...
"You don't own the road, you are only renting it."
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