After looking at a 1992 calendar, I'd have to say that Ken, Roy, Patricia, and I embarked on our coastal California road trip on Friday, July 31, 1992. At Hokubei Mainichi, I made arrangements for someone else to cover my route, while I was gone.
Okay, in my last post, I talked about the innards of the late-80s 3-door Honda Civic hatchback. Continuing with that theme, I'd have to say that the pockets on the two doors were thin and not very long. IIRC, driver Ken could only place a pouch of beef jerky in his door. Roy, who was the front passenger, placed the paper maps (no Google Maps or Mapquest back then!!!) in his door. I think a first aid kit was under the driver's chair. Roy stashed our slippers/flip flops under the passenger seat.

As you are facing the Simaudio 750D, its main circuit board occupies the right rear. A fully balanced (dual differential) unit, the 750D sports mirror-imaged circuitry for the left and right channels.
[You know who you are], just stop. Quit it with the quips that the place to expand capacity was Patricia's* womb. Roy remarked that the only place to expand the Civic's capacity would have been to attach a ski rack to the roof. His dad's Civic did not have a moonroof.

In the 750D, the digital inputs have their own circuit board, piggybacked to the other boards.
Speaking of digital, I recall that, instead of bringing a large and bulky CD container, Roy had one of those Case Logic visors. You took individual CDs out of their jewel cases, and inserted them into the visor's protective sleeves/slots. The loaded Case Logic visor then attached to the car's sun visor. Roy specifically brought along albums (not just his own; he took along some of mine, Ken's, and Patricia's) which were new for 1992.

Well, there aren't any visors within the 750D. But pay attention, and let me advise you. Look between the IEC AC inlet and the top (and shorter/smaller) blue toroidal transformer. There, you will find the 750D's lone fuse. For North American units, the fuse is a 20mm slow-blow 0.200A jobbie. By employing after-market fuses, you will be able to pull the 750D's sonics to and fro, just as the wind and sometimes bumpy ride pulled me and Patricia to and fro. Again, while we drove past Serramonte and Skyline Boulevard, Patricia started getting cramps. She held up her hand, clenched her fist, said to picture that as her uterus. She then explained that the cramps felt like that clenched fist being pried open with a knitting needle. Opening the 750D's lid, and replacing the fuse are nowhere near as painful as menstrual cramps.
On that first day of the trip, some of Patricia's, um, innards would leak out. In order to keep the discomfort in check, Patricia (who did not bring any pain medication) avoided cold drinks, and opted for warm cans/bottles of soda and tea. Owners of the 750D will want to try several different after-market fuses. I'll have more on those later.
* I do not know what/when Patricia's birthday was. Therefore, during that summer of 1992, Patricia was either 19 years-old, or just shy of it.




























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