As we gathered like the troops on D-Day, in England, a group of Miatas gathered in Oakley across from the Delta. Some of us were like walking wounded and needed to be chauffeured, some of us had lost our voice, and we weren't sure if that was a welcomed respite from all his yakking. We put on our battle paint, really it was sunscreen and lip balm and we prepared to take-off and explore the Delta region. After paying our $5, whether it was FasTrak or regular toll (dang toll increase as of July 1) we dropped off the Antioch Bridge and were driving at eye level of the Sacramento River.