Empty road, elevation change, decreasing radius, increasing radius, on camber, off camber, blind exit, perfect sightline, mid-corner dip, mid-corner bump, view for miles, opens into meadow, exposed, walled, no guardrail, dirty, clean.
This is my favorite most of the time.
Empty desert, washboard, dry lake, jumps, whoops, articulation, ledges, rock garden, side angle, feels endless, makes you feel small, brings you closer to Earth.
85 degrees, windows down, reeling in the horizon, passing saguaros and joshua trees, dodging potholes, 97-year-old road, jet age diner, art deco filling station, dead town, bygone era.
Top down, heater on, sea salt, loved one at side, waves crashing, kites flying, wetsuits and sweatshirts, surf boards, pelicans above cliff tops, charcoal fires, sun breaking through marine layer.
Top down, AC on, bird songs, decomposing plants, flowers, canopy above, driving slowly.
These are all nice.
As I’ve learned about engines by being involved with rebuilding hundreds of them, I’ve learned that most people have very little understanding of what kills them.
Without seeing inside this engine, statements like this are just… ignorant.