Unlike the notoriously faulty devices that would beam the contents of one’s music player to the car stereo via radio waves, there was never an issue with the solid line from the audio jack to the tape player. Never a dropped note, no interference from other radio stations, and absolutely zero issues while driving through tunnels. And I drove through a lot of tunnels as a kid—mostly because I had to get places and tunnels remind me of sex, which was and still is funny.
Cassette Tape Adapter, you utilized the car’s most luxurious and elusive hole with grace and dignity, never once straying from your original mission statement of: “I can make anything play.” Play you did. You were with me when I owned my dinky red CD player, my now-defunct NOMAD, my first-generation iPod, my second-generation iPod, my iPod video, that Zune, my iPhone, my larger iPhone, and my even slightly larger iPhone.