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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