The Stone Mountain Freeway is a limited-access highway that connects Interstate 285 on the east side of Atlanta, Georgia, with the suburbs of Stone Mountain and Snellville before transitioning into an arterial road that continues to Athens. The freeway is signed as U.S. 78 for its entire length, with about half also being state route 410 in the west, and the eastern half being state route 10. It begins at the U.S. 29/78 split near Decatur, and continues east through eastern DeKalb and southern Gwinnett counties.
West of Interstate 285, the speed limit is 55 MPH (90 km/h). East of the junction with I-285, the limit rises to 65 MPH (105 km/h). Unlike Georgia's Interstate highways, the highway still has actual sequential exit numbers, rather than being mile-log.
Between I-285 in the west and Memorial Drive (Georgia 10) in the east, U.S. 78 overlaps 410; but, upon reaching 10, 410 ends and 10 merges with the U.S. highway.
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