A 250-mile roundtrip motorcycle ride between San Francisco and Monterey happens to be a fantastic way to spend a sunny Memorial Day Sunday. This particular excursion proved all the more memorable, not just for my riding companionship, nor merely for our lunchtime company, but also for the fact my odometer hit 20,000 miles. (I’d say it rolled over, except for the fact we’re talking digital in this case.). In any event, my SV is now heading into the 20 thousands, one year after first hitting five digits. To this I simply say, finally.
Monthly Archives: May 2011
From the rear it looks a lot like a BMW. Facing front, it definitely shows itself to be the Audi it is. A few lines and curves may have been slightly enhanced, but on first glance it does not strike me as something entirely new. Rarely does Audi have this effect, after all.
Then, on second glance, and third, and so on, the newness does begin to set in, I will admit. You might not even know at first it’s a hatchback. It might be able to give the BMW 5 Grand Turismo a run for its money, but no matter what anyone might say, it’s certainly no “answer to the CLS.”
There goes my opinion again, to say the least. We’ll let the new Audi A7 speak for itself, and speak to me, as soon as I spot one for the first time in my neighborhood…. any day now I expect.
Watch the sun disappear on the horizon over Kona, jet 2300 miles across the Pacific in a fast and smooth 4.5 hours, and be on the ground well in time to see the brightest star reappear over San Francisco Bay. Such the case it was for me last night into this morning, following my relatively late decision to choose the red-eye KOA-SFO flight over the usually more comfortable daytime crossing. Given the current off season’s openness of seats, my choice proved positive. I do not, however, recommend this nocturnal journey in the dead of summer or during the holidays, at typically full capacity. Either way, it’s a safe bet the sun will be there for you, to say goodbye and hello!
The final day of my short trip to the Mauna Kea this past weekend could not be ending more beautifully or peacefully. For 30 years now, the Island has brought me home time and again, to a magical spot of relaxation and rejuvenation, filled with memories old and new. The unparalleled spirit of the property is very much alive and ready to welcome you, whether once again or for the first time. This I joyously offer you: “Nou kou hale.”
At 2:30 PM the sky yields solid gray, the ground quickly grows more wet, and the wind of yesterday has ceased, as drops continue to bounce off the stillness of the suddenly darker ocean water. Not since 1994 have I personally witnessed such steady and prolonged rain on the usually sun-filled Kohala Coast. This weather is more rare than my filet last night, to say the least. The Island is crying, for reasons unclear. Nonetheless, of course my limited and cherished time back at Mauna Kea remains untarnished.
Poolside always comes through as the prime spot for a comfortable afternoon nap, aided by a chilled Pinot Grigio no less. Plus with a rather sudden flare up of trade winds today, the grassy area around the pool has proven all the more a welcome refuge from flying sand. Not that I’m complaining; trade winds are a trademark of the Kohala Coast. And today they’ve come to wish Mr. Todd Mitchell a most happy 50th birthday. In paradise, another day it is, while any other day it is not.
At least the most important things don’t change. The Batik Room and the Mauna Loa Suite are no longer, and the price of a Hau Tree mai-tai continues to creep upward. Beyond this, however, comes the unmatched serenity of being back home at Mauna Kea. This above all else remains, along with the view from 736.