When it comes to rumblehog journeys, I prefer tidy two-lane blacktops. Winding my way through traffic along the major boulevards is almost kind of fun (and I certainly love being able to get places faster than anyone else) but I’m not a fan of freeway driving, especially when the trip requires two-plus hours of sustained concentration. There are too many careless, impulsive lunatics out there, and a lot of them are texting.

This is nonetheless my plan for getting up to Santa Barbara this afternoon. I guess I’ll just hug the right lane and hope for the best. I’ll be leaving around 1:30 pm. Bundled up. Out of commission until I arrive at the Santa Barbara Inn.