It is. I’ve done it twice but the last time was in 92 in my dad’s Ford Thunderbird lol. I remember being fairly anxious on the way up but the summit was euphoric. On the way down...hard braking in a heavy Ford wasn’t the most pleasant experience but my dad, as usual, wasn’t phased. I think he enjoyed the rush back then, secretly, as my mom was having a nervous meltdown thinking we would fall off the side of the mountain. The ‘this car climbed mount washington’ bumper sticker stayed on until the car crapped out on him in 96/97. RIP pops.