Made a quick run to Casey's General Store for a can of Long Cut. On my way back, I pull up to a red light with Glycerine from Bush blasting in the background. My steering-wheel air guitar is rockin' the repeatable riffs with professional precision and complete accuracy of every single note. I look to my left as I come to a slow rolling stop to gander upon a crimson red Corvette. To my surprise, I see a made-up hottie behind the wheel with no need for an airbag. While setting up in my gun-metal gray Silverado perch, I continue to glaze over the car and just happen to notice that the hottie takes note of my presence. I decide to move on to the steering-wheel drum set only to realize that Glycerine has no drum-line. She continues to observe my brilliant performance as I make up a quick symbol dance with utter and absolute failure as the light turns green and she taps the gas. I perform my finale rock-fist pump knowing that I made someone smile (and quite possibly laugh) at my expense.