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Five years ago this month my dad and I were on a roadtrip. His cancer and dementia had been worsening. He could barely walk. With heavy chemotherapy on the horizon we had to sneak one more in.
Learning from previous trips, I kept this one unstructured and simple. We flew into San Francisco for a few days, rented a new 3 Series, and eventually made our way down to Santa Cruz. For the next week we’d spend our days in Monterey and Carmel by the Sea, wandering and experiencing Car Week from the very low perspective of a Beck Porsche 550 Speedster replica. I’d secured tickets to the Pebble Beach Concours, and we spent days attending auctions and roaming the pits of the Motorsports Reunion at Laguna Seca. Nights were for spirited drives up and down State Route 9.
We eventually made our way south to San Luis Obispo via Highway 1, passing Big Sur at sunset. As someone who frequently traveled with me, he was used to staying in odd hotels, so while our arrival at the Madonna Inn was a bit overwhelming, he got a kick out of our stay.
In Los Angeles I had trouble finding anything interesting with vacancies, but came across a tastefully modified 1950s motel named The Tangerine in Burbank. For this final branch of the trip, I’d arranged for seven days with a 1967 Porsche 912 - white on black with the optional five-speed and five-gauge dash. Our only particular agenda was to hit as many twisty mountain and canyon roads as possible.
We put about a thousand miles on the car in total, exploring Malibu and Angeles Crest by day and cruising the city at night. Evenings were packed with good food, kitschy dive bars, and the Comedy Store.
We spent a lot of time in cars together, talking about past life experiences, music, comedy, pain, and death. We’d opened up a lot to each other in those years, and time was running out.
Then, after about three weeks, we flew home. Things went downhill pretty rapidly after that, and he would eventually die just short of two years later in June of 2023.
Take your dad on a road trip. He’s waiting for you to ask.