As Lucy and I are approaching the 8th anniversary of our relationship, I find that I love my little car now just as much as I did then. I love best of all when my VW’s radio picks up 2 of my favorite old songs in a row and the singing ensues. While I’m totally alone. At the top of my lungs. As if I were on stage in front of millions.
This one brought the crowd to tears:
Then the crowd was blown away by my ability to remember all of John Popper’s lyrics:
Good job, B95 and KZ94.