[Zeke]

Yeah, he's a good writer. Cool story.

I did the same but not recently. We took a '58 Buick up the Pacific coast to Marin County and spent some time banging around there and in the City. As I said, this was way back when you could call on a pay phone for a dime.

And that's what I had in my pocket arriving back in Long Beach, a dime. In Camarillo we put all of the last money in the gas tank holding back only that dime. It was definitely on 'empty' cruising down the last stretch of freeway towards home using the gas pedal as if it were made of thin glass. We were a bit hungry as well.

But big ol' soft bench seats, soft springs and duly worn out shocks provided for a ride like a boat on very calm water. Not too good turning even on the off-ramps and probably bounced like a bobble head going into a gas station over the entry driveway. Seemed like we gained almost space ship weightlessness going over a RR crossing.

Glad we didn't need to panic stop at anytime because it needed another county to completely stop. It was a hardtop so all the windows down all the time. Didn't have the money to stop at a motel so we made it from one friend's house to the next in a day with time too spare taking it all in.

I say we. It was me and my ex wife about 1969, before we were married. Had we made more trips like that we might have made a marriage work. I always said 2 friends got married and destroyed a friendship.