When I moved to California 3 decades ago, one of my roommates used to let me borrow his car and drive around at night around Santa Cruz. I did a painting from memory (and from drawing the inside of his car) which was pretty terrible. It stayed rolled up for thirty years, and then I thought I would try and resurrect it. I drove after work down to that area of highway one to get some reference and am in the process of making a pointillist gouache painting of it now.