The road opens up in front of you like a beautiful black velvet ribbon unfurling around every corner. It disappears and reappears in the mist far ahead of you. “Stay sharp,” you think to yourself. No margins for error.
You feel the ocean spray on your face, or maybe that's the dense fog of the California coast.
You smell the cedar and sagebrush, and you’re riding the wind. You smell the gasoline and asphalt (and a little motor oil), and you know this is the road.