Route Description
The route starts in southeast Memphis, Tennessee on Winchester Road near Tennessee State Route 385 (Bill Morris Parkway) with a speed limit of 40 MPH. From there it runs north through the city of Germantown with a speed limit of 35 until it intersects with U.S. Route 72/State Route 57 where the speed limit rises to 40. It then crosses the Wolf River where the speed limit rises to 50 and passes back into Memphis through the Cordova community. SR 177 later intersects Interstate 40 where the speed limit falls to 45 and stays there for the remainder of the route. SR 177 crosses U.S. 64/State Route 15 (Stage Road) in Bartlett, Tennessee, before terminating as a state route at U.S. 70/U.S. 79/State Route 1.
Beginning at the U.S. 72/State Route 57 intersection, 177 turns from a two-lane road into a six-lane, divided highway, and continues in this form through to its north terminus, and from the Wolf River bridge until the I-40 junction, the road is six-lane and has 10-foot-wide (3.0 m) paved outside shoulders on both sides, which only occasionally give way to a fourth lane or a right-turn lane. North of I-40 until Hwy 64, the road has 4 lanes in each direction. North of Hwy 64 until the route terminates, the road has 3 lanes in each direction.
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