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The singing stopped abruptly as the car braked, followed by a sense of relief. If I had known better, I shouldn't have played this ear-splitting CD endlessly along the way. But then I thought about it, driving this dilapidated second-hand car out of Odawara and searching for three hours on the winding mountain road. Without music to accompany it, this feeling would be really unbearable. Well, the lack of tobacco belt is also an oversight. When I thought about buying cigarettes, the car had already driven into the mountain col. How could there be any store in this damn place? I spit out the tasteless gum into a tissue and threw it on the passenger seat. I thought that when I opened the car door, the hot and humid wind blowing in must be the hot and humid wind in midsummer, but I didn't expect that it would be very cool on my face. This is Katsuragi Ridge, a mountain road that goes over the Amagi Mountains of the Izu Peninsula. The mountain road is bumpy, but the air is good along the way, and you can hear the chirping of cicadas.