The late 50's and early 60's we were still in the heyday of the US Highway, Mom & Pop Motels and Monkey Farms. Wipers were still vacuum operated and no cars had AC. Radios were available in most cars but for the most part, they were AM only.
For a young guy with his first car, not new but not all that old either, there are few more vivid memories than driving south in the springtime on US 29 headed for the Promised Land. Floor vents were wide open and the window vents cracked to let some air pass through but keep out the rain. As you began winding up each hill the wipers would slow down, sometimes to a stop, and start up with a slap as you crested the ridge and started on the way down. All the while
What I say (Part I & II) or Hit the Road Jack from WWVA, Wheeling West Virginy would be blazing from the radio.
Although you knew that the Promised Land (the area around Staunton) was getting closer by the minute, you still wished you could prolong that moment when it was you, glistening two lane highway, slapping wipers and the sound.
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