The craggy rocks of the northern California coastline stretch out in front of the Cheetah, offering sharp contrast to the dramatically swirling blue waters and white foam surf crashing violently against their sides as we make our way north. I’m busy contemplating possible reasons for the stretch of turquoise-colored water near the shoreline when Jeff’s voice interrupts my thoughts.
“You want to go under the hood for a while now?” he asks.
