It's Saturday. I'm fifteen. No driver’s license, so I climb into the back seat of my buddy Brian's Metallic Blue '68 Mustang. His parents have a nice brick house and he also has a job, so.... ($$$). My baseball teammates Tim and Mike are situated in front and in the other back seat. Geez I have to sit sideways in this thing. Sweet ride, though. I wish I had a car one tenth this cool.
The drive to the beach is 45 minutes. We talk some minor bullshit for a while and then we're on the desolate two lane highway. The motor revs...... and then revs some more, and then settles at about 3000 RPMs, doubling the speed limit. Brian shouts, "Check out my new system." Then this happens at 400 watts per channel:
Not sure why, but I am moved by this tune beyond my 1.5 decades.
The song finishes and we are there. After a half mile, the Mustang turns left, creeps between the dunes, and idles onto the beach. We each wind our windows down and cruise. And cruise. The near sound of breaking waves, and the aroma of clean air, salt, and sand overwhelm.
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