Friends,
My new car didn’t come with a radio. In this case it’s fine since the dealer took some money off the price and I turned around and called up my dear personal friends at Crutchfield on the internets and spent that money on a new stereo. While I’ve been waiting for the shipment to arrive (damned UPS Ground…), I’ve been enjoying the engine sounds, the occasional squealing tire, and general car noises but that’s starting to get old. I needed something new to while away the time during my commute. Something to repeat over and over, like a mantra.
Amazingly enough, I managed to think of one while late braking into a decreasing radius left sweep at about 20 MPH over the speed recommended by four out of five dentists. Staring at the rocks, it suddenly occurred to me…
– bob