Fresno's a lot like Provo and SLC in having the canyons and mountains in the backyard. I live east of town off of one of main roads into the canyon. I get home, roll it out, turn left and I don't hit a stop sign for about five miles on a big broad road through stone fruit, vineyards and citrus. Within a half hour, just as the
oil has warmed, the road gets twisty as it follows the river in beautiful horse ranch country. Five minutes later, and it's granite walls on one side and rushing cold snow melt on the other. Turn around at the dam and backtrack home.
An hour after I started, the Cobra's at rest in front of its garage with the cooling exhaust making snaps and crackles.