I was on a lonely stretch of highway, between there and no where, when I saw a blonde in a red sports car speeding by me on the highway. I felt a chill run over me and I stared at her car disappearing in the distance. For a moment I could have sworn that she winked at me, as she shot on by. Looking in my rear view mirror, I was a large white car coming out of the waves of heat rising up from the open asphalt. As it approaches, I can hear the music flowing from it's speakers. I look in my mirror and see a man with dark hair and sun glasses. The drop top is down in his classic Cadillac. As he pulls along side of my car, I see he is dressed all in white. The Rhinestones of his jacket glisten in the western sun. From behind dark sunglasses he smiles at me and points a finger at me. He then drives on into the distance, rock and roll spilling out of his car like water on to a thirsty desert. On I go, one by one people pass me by. I feel as if I know them some how. The as the sun begins to set in the west, I pass by the coast and I see ghostly images on the side of the road. They wave at me and the blonde from the sports car blows me a kiss. I feel a warm breeze touch my cheek. I settle back as I head on to California, realizing I have been in on a little part of history, as I travel along route 66.