I Can't Drive 55
Mmm.
So, when I was driving to work today, I was stuck behind a truck that apparently couldn't get above 30 mph (45 mph speed limit) and what should start playing on my cd player but Sammy Hagar's "I Can't Drive 55." I fucking love that song. Unfortunately, it affects me more than I should let it... I cranked it up, swung out into the outside lane (he was in the inside lane, you know, the "fast" one?) and swerved past, sliding my car back over in front of him just so he could know I was miffed.
A zippy black Grand Am came shooting after me, zipping around the truck as well and riding along behind me as he matched my speed. What else was there to do but wave?
We stopped at the next light, me in a line of cars heading straight, the guy in the Grand Am slowing down in the left hand turn lane as he slipped by. Mutual smile; we had a moment.
I LIVE for moment's like those. Few things make me happier.
Play with me, baby.
So, when I was driving to work today, I was stuck behind a truck that apparently couldn't get above 30 mph (45 mph speed limit) and what should start playing on my cd player but Sammy Hagar's "I Can't Drive 55." I fucking love that song. Unfortunately, it affects me more than I should let it... I cranked it up, swung out into the outside lane (he was in the inside lane, you know, the "fast" one?) and swerved past, sliding my car back over in front of him just so he could know I was miffed.
A zippy black Grand Am came shooting after me, zipping around the truck as well and riding along behind me as he matched my speed. What else was there to do but wave?
We stopped at the next light, me in a line of cars heading straight, the guy in the Grand Am slowing down in the left hand turn lane as he slipped by. Mutual smile; we had a moment.
I LIVE for moment's like those. Few things make me happier.
Play with me, baby.