The guru system I don't own a radar detector. This entails spotting a hard charging 18-wheeler or a zooming sports car, designating it as my guru and following full tilt in its wake, I've never gotten a ticket using this method and I accept its efficacy as an article of faith. As I float down the delta of the Sacramento River through the rising morning mist and the surrounding tule reeds in my cousin Mike Fedoroff's sleek bass boat, my mind tries to make sense of the dizzying array of impressions left by the just past Pebble Beach weekend.
Heroes are far and few between.