Driving

Well, the weather this week has been really nice (up the Albany way in New York) and consistently so, which is even nicer, and has made the ride homes from work an open windowed joy (no, I don’t understand any of you I see in traffic with their windows up tight right now, and no, you have no justification for it so don’t even bother).

But nice weather and open windowed rides deserve tunes and tunes with some volume. So, I decided to put the Silencers, who I have been listening to exclusively for months and months now on hold (not that they can’t be played loud mind you) but instead go with something more deserving of loud.

Searching my tattered box of CD’s on the passenger side floor of Lilly the Car I came upon just the one and a one decidedly old school and of old friends.

I broke out Deep Purple “Machine Head” and Rainbow’s “Long Live Rock and Roll” from the vintage Dio days (a best of both that would fit on one burned CD).

Yep, the weather this week has been really nice and REALLY loud (added bonus of the loud is that it helps drown out, even temporarily, the noisy cacophony of stupid and the loud cluster fuck of dumb filling our days at the moment).

“Machine Head” also features my favorite Deep Purple tune “Lazy” (apologies to anyone around me in traffic who may have been concerned for my head hopping, shoulder shuffling, song singin’ well being. “Mommy, is that man in the car next to us alright?”)

I was fine.

Rock on all. No, seriously, rock on.

On my way home earlier this week, windows down, a perfect breeze with plenty of sun and light whispy cloud blue skies, singing along embarrassingly loud to “Little Willy” from Sweet of “Ballroom Blitz” and “Fox on the Run” and “Love is like Oxygen” fame I gloried in a really beautiful Spring evening ride. I had grabbed a best of theirs from my CD bookcase that morning thinking that some 70’s glam rock, with long hair and tight t-shirts and tall heeled shoes and really high pitched harmonies recalling my early teen years might just be in order, I mean ya gotta have a rockin’ throwback tune that has “His star-shoe shimmy shuffle down” & “His star-shine shimmy shuffle smile” in the lyrics for a ride like this right?

Then I came to be behind THAT car and THAT guy with a self satisfied “I’m too cool” elbow out with every step on the gas and sudden too fast lunge forwards making mother earth and eardrums die just a little in the process.

That one of the crackling and popping and sputters and intentional combustion engine machine gun sounds imitating a motocross dirt bike, just one that sounded like it needed some time in the shop, rigged up in this case with an exhaust system that featured four exhaust pipes all blowing back at me worse than a local public bus that ya can never seem to find the right moment to pass while trees just dropped over dead, pedestrians covered their ears and birds fell from the sky with X’s on their eyes in its wake.

So much for open windows and perfect Spring breezes huh?

And it was a Beamer!! Just criminal.

“Hello, 911, what is your emergency?”

“I’m behind a BMW that has been mocked up to sound like a Motocross dirt bike and with multiple exhausts”

“A BMW?!?”

“Yes”

“And with multiple exhausts? Well, that’s just criminal. Are trees dropping dead in its wake along with people losing their hearing and with birds with X’s on their eyes just falling from the sky?”

“Yes”

“Contacting local authorities now Sir …”

Anyway, Sweet, “Little Willy” and an almost perfect ride home.