I sing...dance, wiggle, lots of wiggle...and grin at the other cars. Which are normally filled with Farmer Ted folks...they love me!

The following is the best story EVER about rocking out in your car:

So I was in this tiny little two door car with 5 other friends, 4 of which were some big dudes, and we were cruising down the street after skipping school. Next thing we know a beefcake with a raging mullet and handlebar mustache pulls up next to us in his 86 transam, you know the ones that still had the phoenic graphed on the hood. We he is blaring REO Speedwagon banging his head, all the while his mullet was blowing out the window. Well his intention was to race us. YEAH! But my friends littel piece of shit car was no match for the retro ride, so we keep cruising. Next then I know I hear a loud "Skiiiiirrrrrrrrrt" I look behind us and Mullet Mania is busting a donut in a gas station parking lot. He then throws the devil horns \m/ out the window and rides off into the sunset.

Now that is rock and roll baby!