Coming back from a few weeks out of your time zone is always a wonderful blessing in disguise for me. Of course I miss the road, but for whatever reason, the time change gets me up and out of bed around 5-6 am, totally naturally. Now, I’m no stranger to early morning rise and drives, but there is something magical about waking up that early and feeling laser sharp and ready for driving.
On Saturday morning last weekend, I hopped out of bed around 5:30, jumped in the Porsche, and flew up PCH to Malibu, carved up Solstice Canyon and snapped a few photos at the turnoff. There’s not much of a story here—it was just an incredibly zen morning that I thought I’d share with you guys.
Who else shares a passion for the early morning zen run?
