Tomales Bay

Continuing on the CA-1 north, we passed the Tomales Bay oldest shellfish farm. And the thought of crustacean made us hungry. Luckily, Tony’s Seafood was not too far ahead. The over half a century old family-run quaint restaurant is famous for its mouth watering BBQ oysters, creamy warm clam chowder, and fresh generous crab salad.

After the delicious late lunch, we continued on to complete our mission. Staying on Shoreline Highway towards Sebastopol, we were greeted by pastoral landscapes. Thin clouds scattered really high, and the late afternoon sun was providing very crisp visibility and contrast in the postcard sceneries before us. I could see a herd of cows grazing on the far side of the hills. Curvy roads with fluorescence green rolling hills filled our windshield. Sport bucket seats held us tightly through the G-force-producing turns. The A3 did this with no drama. The sticky rubber barely made noise. Did that mean we didn’t go fast enough?

Going fast through the zigzags, the aftermarket sway bar installed on David’s car demonstrated its prowess. And more often than not the zigzags were followed by hair pins. We didn’t feel any understeer. Instead, the steering was very confident and precise. We consistently hit the apexes of every hairpin and accelerated out toward more fun.

Tomales Bay

Continuing on the CA-1 north, we passed the Tomales Bay oldest shellfish farm. And the thought of crustacean made us hungry. Luckily, Tony’s Seafood was not too far ahead. The over half a century old family-run quaint restaurant is famous for its mouth watering BBQ oysters, creamy warm clam chowder, and fresh generous crab salad.

After the delicious late lunch, we continued on to complete our mission. Staying on Shoreline Highway towards Sebastopol, we were greeted by pastoral landscapes. Thin clouds scattered really high, and the late afternoon sun was providing very crisp visibility and contrast in the postcard sceneries before us. I could see a herd of cows grazing on the far side of the hills. Curvy roads with fluorescence green rolling hills filled our windshield. Sport bucket seats held us tightly through the G-force-producing turns. The A3 did this with no drama. The sticky rubber barely made noise. Did that mean we didn’t go fast enough?

Going fast through the zigzags, the aftermarket sway bar installed on David’s car demonstrated its prowess. And more often than not the zigzags were followed by hair pins. We didn’t feel any understeer. Instead, the steering was very confident and precise. We consistently hit the apexes of every hairpin and accelerated out toward more fun.