So you’re sitting comfortably in your bright yellow ’67 Chevy surrounded by well used Coke cans and a Le Big Mac or three, when the psychedelic flashing of the red, yellow and green lights of the traffic signal looming before you interrupts your internal ecstasy. What to do? Stop? Go? Slow? Speed? All-together-simultaneously, perhaps?
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Okay. Here’s another no-brainer, people. Ready? Great. So you’re in a rush to get to work. Or to bring carnations to your long lost lover. Or to bury your dog. Whatever. And, wait, what’s this? That my friend, is an intersection, and alas, you need to turn. Now, given that you have the monumental task of turning the steering wheel in the appropriate direction, it’s understandable that you’d forget all about that mysterious looking lever on the left side of your steering wheel, so being the gentleman I am, I’ll enlighten you…
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Yeah, I admit it – I’m a hopeless music-lover. Without music, I’d be, well, that much insane-er (Grammar Police, welcome to JerkLogic). And listening to my favorite music when I’m pushing 80 miles an hour on the freeway just borders on orgasmic. Well, until the dude in the pimped-out Civic with 36-inch rims and loud bass fills my rearview mirror – Then the fun begins.
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