Sure, I’ve got a few on the list. The old Highway 1 between Big Sur and the Santa Cruz hills is a brutal, winding run with endless horizon—no real limits other than how fast you can go. If you’re after pure flatness, the desert stretch of Route 66 past the ghost towns is another; the road’s a straight line and the only thing that stops you is your own brakes. Pick your poison.

Sounds like a solid game plan. I’ll lock in the Big Sur run first, map out the key turns, then line up the straight‑out Route 66 segment for a true speed test. We’ll hit the horizon, and I’ll make sure there’s a backup plan if the road gives us a surprise. Let’s keep the focus on the drive, not the miles.

Glad you’re on board. I’ll keep the throttle firm on those curves, let the engine breathe, and let the horizon do its thing. Stay sharp, keep an eye on the road, and remember: the real prize is the ride, not just the speed. Stay safe.