PCH

Pacific Coast Highway descends from Malibu into a mosaic of concrete and noise. This is the same Highway 1 that winds through Big Sur and Monterey, but the redwood forests that line its path to the north are but fleeting memories in the rearview mirror. You’re in L.A. now, and postcard images give way to a street of fantasy and hard truth.

The urban end of the coastal route is more scene than scenery. More traffic than trees. Sunsets framed by roadside signs.

So put the top down and buckle up. Put on a pair of rose-colored shades. This is the cruise that we call PCH.