Originally posted by jseah
The closest I have ever gotten to automotive nirvana was driving south on Highway 1 along the California coast north of Santa Barbara.......warm summer night, top down, very few cars on the road, a full moon reflecting off of the Pacific Ocean, no sound except for the roar of the engine and the wind whipping through the car.
The closest I have ever gotten to automotive nirvana was driving south on Highway 1 along the California coast north of Santa Barbara.......warm summer night, top down, very few cars on the road, a full moon reflecting off of the Pacific Ocean, no sound except for the roar of the engine and the wind whipping through the car.
I drove it to Raleigh Durham once for a long weekend, putting the top down in Richmond, Va, took my shirt off (it was early May) and took I-85 from south of Richmond to Durham. Long stretches of this highway are thru forests of southern pine trees, almost like a bobsled run. And, there are rarely any cops on this highway in my experience. Had the wind deflector screen up as well as the windows and at times was nudging towards 100 mph. Smooth as silk, could lite a cigarette with a Bic.
Got to Raleigh with a white stripe across my chest from the shoulder belt.....
Another time was back in like 1991, I was in San Francisco on business and rented a Mazda Miata, was staying at the airport Westin or Hyatt in Burlingame. Drove south to Palo Alto to see the campus at Stanford. Despite the volume of traffic and feeling every little bump in the road, it was a sweet ride that day....then, again, I've always felt relaxed in San Fran for some reason...I think it's the water