i pull my cap down low.  i hunker down and i crank miss leslie feist.  i let the bass reverb through my bones.  i look at other drivers with a chin jutting look of defiance and smug indifference.  the car is an extension of my being.  it sucks down to the road as i accelerate, handling like a submissive lover who knows how to give when i push.  ( Read more... )