For Those About to Rock...
So it goes. And it started out really, really, really cold.
Hell's Bells at 6 in the AM, under the blanket of a nut-shrinking -35º windchill. It happens that the Ol' Blitzeroo started with that familiar bell sounding, ran for 90 seconds, and then stopped as the CD player had a winter heart attack and died. [My CD player doesn't last long in frigid weather - strangely enough, if my foot hovers anywhere near the brake, the CD sputters out, then restarts when I return to the gas. If you can explain that, I'd love to hear the reason.]
At any rate, the music came back when the traffic loosened up, and I thunder(struck)ed through the first 8 tracks of your collection. Last thing I heard as I pulled up to work was Are You Ready?
Which, of course, I am.
Hell's Bells at 6 in the AM, under the blanket of a nut-shrinking -35º windchill. It happens that the Ol' Blitzeroo started with that familiar bell sounding, ran for 90 seconds, and then stopped as the CD player had a winter heart attack and died. [My CD player doesn't last long in frigid weather - strangely enough, if my foot hovers anywhere near the brake, the CD sputters out, then restarts when I return to the gas. If you can explain that, I'd love to hear the reason.]
At any rate, the music came back when the traffic loosened up, and I thunder(struck)ed through the first 8 tracks of your collection. Last thing I heard as I pulled up to work was Are You Ready?
Which, of course, I am.
posted by J. at 7:05 AM
1 Comments:
Hm. I can't explain it. I'd write to Honda. I can only presume it's an invitation to speed - perhaps set up in league with speed trap police officers. If my music cut out everytime I hit the brakes, I'd be driving like Sandra Bullock.
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