If you are traveling up north I might suggest taking San Marcos pass, possibly a side trip to Solvang, along rolling, long curves of whispering long blades of grass, seemingly flowing with your route, steering you to stop for a sip of wine. A convertible is not all necessary, especially if you are trying to listen to the soundtrack of Sideways to coincide with your daydreams of Miles drinking from the spittoon at the winery (careful keep your eyes on the road). There is a particular hill I will not quite deem a mountain, not yet anyway, that forever grows to my attention. Driving to and from home to San Luis Obispo I looked forward to finding it. There isn't anything spectacular to rant about its physical attributes. There are, however, stories that forever grow once I find it, every single time, around a bend of crooked tress it comes to view. I never remember which bend or curve, as if the road changes itself like a PC game intending to make it that much more mentally challenging with every new level. I'm ready for it. I believe I found some sanity in 3rd year, that I was transitioning out of home. I knew SLO was temporary, but was scared and excited for every new bend and curve in my road of life.