Car Enthusiasts Love Hitting the Road, But Escape Has Many Meanings

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This story at first appeared in Quantity 11 of Highway & Observe.

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This issue, Vol. 11, is our 2nd journey-oriented Highway & Monitor, and this time we made a decision to examine the wide notion of Escape. I place it to our really capable personnel to appear geared up with ideas that search at this intriguing notion in all its definitions. An escape can be as simple as a road trip—taking a Cadillac Blackwing to a Basque enclave in the Nevada desert or an Audi e-tron GT to a five-star nuclear-bomb shelter in West Virginia. It’s also a extremely lively action verb, as in to evade the authorities, like the televised police pursuits that proceed to be an L.A. obsession or John Paul Sr. lamming it for two a long time.

Then there is the far more psychological thought. Escapism is one thing gearheads indulge in as a subject of practicality as a lot as extravagance. For us, hiding from life’s woes in the garage to tear away at our disastrous 1982 task Camaro is pretty substantially an escape, but it’s also what we have to do if we basically want to generate the damn car.

For me, the suitable street vacation is a ritual. EveryAugust I push up the California coast to the Monterey Peninsula for Vehicle 7 days. I get sunburned looking at the historics at Laguna Seca, and I stumble through the dewy ponderosas at the Quail and Pebble Seashore. It is my Camino de Santiago, my hajj—a journey just about as vital to an auto enthusiast as faith.

Receiving there can be disheartening, specially through Vehicle Week. There are too many RVs and minivans and rented Mustangs driving far too slowly but surely on roads I know are too damn very good. My like for the California coastline and Massive Sur is how I finished up engineering an off-cycle pilgrimage. I drove a Maserati MC20 from L.A. out to the town of McKittrick and throughout to Highway 1, avoided (most of) the traffic, ate a fine meal at the Ventana in Large Sur, and caught a sunset at the seashore in Carmel. Services journalism for the soul.

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