Malibu's okay JB, but livin' in this friggin' concrete jungle, I've found that the very best place to stop is when I'm in the middle of nowhere, riding a lonely stretch of two-lane highway(like CA Hwy 58, just east of Paso Robles), and I see a clump of trees up ahead, just off to the side of the road.

Cheers,
Dwight

Yep! Just like a good Single Malt Scotch, you might call me "an acquired taste" TOO.(among the many OTHER things you may care to call me, of course)