(with apologies to Smashmouth)
Yesterday there was disgusting traffic clogging up my evening commute. Folks are crashing into each other, other folks are straining their necks hanging out their car windows to gawk, it's just a really crappy scene, you dig?
Usually, driving is just an unwelcome annoyance standing between me and my lovely, quiet, no crazy people allowed evening. Yesterday, however, was every Nascar driving wannabe's dream. The radio in my head was cheering me on as I wove through the lanes: "Hey now, you're an allstar, go and drive down the road. Hey now you're a rockstar, oops you just killed a toad (all that glitters is gold, only shooting stars break the mo-o-old.)" Leaving bodies in my wake, horns blowing, fingers waving, babies crying and old folks cursing. I'm going home, son! Outta my way!
P.S. Check out this video my sister sent me. How cool is this?