The Tour d’Elegance was slated for 69 miles from exclusive Pebble Beach along remote two-lanes, through Birkenstock State Park (a.k.a. Big Sur), and then back via a lunch stop in you-can’t-afford-it Carmel-by-the-Sea. The day, at first, seemed to promise some righteous backroads fun. But the processional instructions issued before the start explained, “The Tour d’Elegance is not a race.” Then came scores of CHP officers directing traffic, a modest aggregate group speed and predictable summer traffic. Mostly, though, with the 137 cars (plus several motorcycles) likely worth a few hundred million dollars, as a whole the group didn’t seem energized to “get it on.” So in aggregate, if the Quail Tour was Bob Seger’s inspiring “Roll Me Away,” the Pebble Beach Tour d’Elegance rang more like a sleepy Mozart concerto. It was, in essence, a see-and-be-seen tour—albeit a prestigious one.