The Universe Throws Me A Bone

If you're the type of person who likes to drive the kind of roads that get named in the various "Best Roads of..." books, you've probably figured out by now that the problem with such roads is that they're named in the various "Best Roads of..." books. Since everyone else is reading that same books you are, everyone else wants to drive that same piece of asphalt you do.

As a result, the "best roads" generally produce less the ultimate driving experience (BMW or no) than they do the ultimate parade experience. Scores of cars wind up lining up behind an agonizingly slow RV whose driver either a) doesn't want to acknowledge that they're the limiting factor on everyone else's speed, b) can't figure out how to safely get the RV out of the way, and/or c) doesn't give a damn that they're causing everyone else's blood pressure to go through the roof. 

As a perennial presence on most best roads lists, Highway 1 can easily become a parade route. But not today. Today the universe augmented the Roadster with nearly perfect convertible weather and one of the best roads in America almost completely devoid of cars. We were able to drive for an hour or more without passing or being passed by another car going the same direction; and on those rare occasions when we came upon another car, each and every time they pulled out of the way to let us pass. 

The only RV we saw was parked in a pullout where the occupants were enjoying a cup of coffee.

Short of a closed road, it was as good a driving experience as one could hope for. It doesn't matter what else happens on this leg of the GCW Tour, today's drive totally justified the trip.