The road, of course, was wrong, but almost right: 101 South from San Francisco.
The car, of course, wasn't right, but Geo Metros improved a lot since they first came out.
The speed limit, of course, was all wrong. As was the traffic.
The mood wanted something like 280 south of the City, an empty road, a speed limit around 120, and maybe a Porsche 912. In black.
One o'clock in the morning was just about right.
And the music, of course, was perfect.
It felt like, had I had the rest of it, I could have been in ... oh, I don't know; say, London ... by morning.