Ok, it started out as a errand. Take the red car, blast through a few orange groves, get the stuff, come home. Simple. But somehow the car turned right instead of left, and the grove run led out through the McMansion Tracts to my favorite road around Lake Mathews. Ok, what the hell, I'm already late, whats wrong with a short haul through the Gallivan Hills? Just 15 miles of curves. How long could that take? Hey! This road comes out on California 74! The Ortega Highway!
I'll just turn around at the edge of Lake Smellsomemore and come home. Or just take a real short run through the chapparal and go to the Ortega Summit. Dunlops screamin' , thinking of Lawrence's tag line about "every curve a come-on, every downshift a kiss". The heat of the chapparal gives away to a sudden shudder of cool from the oaks and pines.
Not much traffic. No B&Ws. I shouldn't waste this evening-the carbs are actually balanced pretty well. Ok, now that jerk in the PT Cruiser goofed up and let me slingshot him and I'm alone on the road. "every curve a come-on..." . Faster and faster... feel like I'm in some BMW commercial. I feel like I should be a 914 commercial...(shoulda bought these. They're like good sex!)
Now we're out of hand. I turn around the median on Pacific Coast Highway and start sheepishly back. Faster and faster... 7 series commercial again, "every downshift a kiss..." over the Ortega Summit. Faster and Faster. Make those Dunlops sing! Drive in an antisocial manner! Faster! Faster!
I can smell the lemon blossoms as I turn in the drive. What was I supposed to get???