It’s a perfect day in Southern California. From Doheny to Leo Carrillo, the beaches are crying out to be cruised, the canyons to be raced, the mountains to offer forth their vistas. And here I am, sitting at work.
Saturday can’t come soon enough. Still, I can dream, of a warm sun a cool wind, and a nifty new Spitfire with a red racing stripe. Seriously, how hip is this add? What has happened to SoCal car culture? It used to be so fun!