My weekend road trip would start in San Fransisco. My wife and I have never been to California, so we would want to start at the first place all east coasters think about when they think about California. In-N-Out Burger. After ordering a double double with fries and a milkshake we would head to the Golden Gate Bridge and find a park to spread out and enjoy the view while taking in some California Burgers. Once we had completed the necessary "Big Lebowski" quotes (“Those are good burgers, Walter”), we would head into the city and test out the Cadillac SRX on Lombard Street, otherwise known as the Crookedest Street in the World.

After torturing my wife through the twisty turns of Lombard Street, it would be time to hit the open road and make our way to Monterey via Highway 1 and to spend our first night in the shadow of Pebble Beach Golf Course and try to sneak in a couple holes of golf in the shadows of the great players who had gone before on these hallowed holes. I would do my best to create the historical shots of the past, but more likely would just hit a few dozen golf balls into the ocean.

We would get up early the next morning in order head down the Pacific Coast Highway and some of the finest, awe-inspiring, and picturesque road in the country. Cruising comfortably in a Cadillac with the windows down and the music full blast, we should be able to take in one of America’s classic roads. We would take the corny pictures at all of the scenic overlooks, but in our own creative way involving the imitation of any animals seen at these overlooks or with our best pirate captain impression.

However, no road trip would be complete without good friends and a grand finale. As my wife and I are both San Diego Chargers fans, we would want our road trip to end up in San Diego. We would pick up our good friend stationed there as a Marine Corp aviator, all of the necessary tailgating supplies, and put the tailgate of the Cadillac SRX to good work as we prepared to watch fellow NC State grad Philip Rivers and the Chargers take on whatever poor team happened to be in town that night. A nice car, some grilled meat, good friends, and a football game. A great ending to a great road trip.

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