I was working in Baton Rouge when this was on the top of the charts. At the time I had a lot of friends here and there was always something to do on the weekends. I bought a little 65 Mustang and I wish I still had it because it would be worth a Kings Ransom. I left here in late fall and headed back to Houston and worked for a couple weeks and got caught up on all the other friends in Houston, then I loaded up and headed for San Diego and worked there for a while so I could spend some time with my family. On my trip to San Diego I was on the west side of San Antonio very end of town and I pulled into an Exxon station and filled the tank, the car wouldn't start when I tried to crank it up. It was a dead battery and I just had the attendant push me a few feet and it fired right off since it was a floor shift so you could pop the clutch and go. So I had no trouble long as it was running which told me the alternator was fine. I got about 20 miles out of Fort Stockton and pulled into a rest stop on the opposite side of the highway. It was up on a pretty good little hill so I figured if it didn't want to crank when I was ready to pull out again I would just roll it down the hill and it would crank up fine. I will never forget the rest stop because they had a barbed wire fence with cows roaming around and they would make a lot of noise. I woke up just before dawn and popped the hood to take a look at the engine to see if I saw anything amiss before I started. I found the alternator belt loose and that was why the battery wasn't charging so I tightened it and rolled it down the hill like I had planned.. It was a good trip and I had a nice Christmas that year. I still find it hard to believe some of these old recordings are 50 years old, as were all my road trips.