The Open Road

The open roadGirl? Check. Map? Check. Sunglasses? Check. Let's rollGirl?Check.Mop?Check.Sunglasses?Check.Let's r overyone has a favorite road-trip story. This is ours: On a warm Sunday evening in San Francisco not long ago, we climbed into the cockpit of a black, 200-plus mph, $140,000 supercar—a Ford GT (pictured). The engine put the power of 550 horses to the pavement. In the driver's seat, our spine felt like the stitches on a baseball clutched in Roger Clemens's hand. Next stop: New York. Yo...