I grew up and lived in New York City and had sold my first car, a 1965 Triumph Spitfire and purchased a 1969 TR6 in 1971. It had 24k miles on it, was in perfect condition and was as close to a new car as I could afford. That summer I met a young woman from New Zealand who was traveling around the country and had to get back to San Francisco to fly home at the summers end. One thing led to another and we decided to drive to Califonia together camping out along the way. While I had been to Europe before it would be my first trip to the West Coast. I purchased an eight track player, wired it in to the speakers and radio power supply and found that it sat perfectly behind the handbrake on the transmission tunnel. The trip was what you'd expect from two 25 year olds driving cross country, staying in run down hotels and motels in route, she riding topless with the top down through Utah and Nevada. However the memory that most stays with me to this day is our entry into San Francisco. It was evening and we were driving West on I80 approaching the City. As the city came into view with lights shining in the night, the Bay Bridge in view, the voice of Diane Warwick came on singing "Do you know the way to San Jose?" It was a perfect end to a long fun filled adventure.