From Rick ///MFATIC's Page
|Southern California may be the "holyland" of American automotive culture but the congestion thatthrottles|
Southland roadways severely limits our opportunitiesto get out and really drive.
Most of the time we merelycruise.
Those of us having cars with movable roofs often contentourselves by transforming
our commuter conveyances into portabletanning booths.
We yearn for an open ribbons of undulating asphalt,but instead are served a steady diet
of laser-straight boulevards,traffic lights and "sig-alerts".
Enough is enough!
Anticipation built for weeks, ever sincethe previous run in June.
A chance to stretch the legs of BMWcoupes and roadsters,
Porsche Boxsters and Audi TTs awaited usall that bright Saturday morning.
|It was the prototypical picture of SouthernCalifornia. |
Palm trees, a large strip mall and dozens of seriouslyfast cars in Malibu.
Malibu... that name conjures up as many flightsof fancy and fantasy images as Hollywood.
It is the image mostpeople in the world think of when they think of LA.
For the locals,it's what we hope it might be.
It was in the land of Gidget and homes that
cost more than most rural towns that we paraded our prized possessions.