Together, the Triumph and I jetted over the Tejon Pass along I-5 in early morning sun. I enjoyed watching the commuters sip coffee, bleary eyed, while I surged ahead, wide awake and loving life—the Explorer's cruise control set on some unmentionable velocity. Heading northwest from the central valley, I picked up Cholame Road toward Parkfield and then jumped up and over Curry Mountain on an unpaved secondary road that gave the Explorer and its Metzeler Tourances a good workout. A quick shot across Highway 198 to the 25 deposited me in the sweet smelling Gilroy in time for lunch. While the other writers were getting their TSA grope, I was having fried chicken free of molestation.