It's 12:30 AM. You are driving through the empty streets of your town\city. It's late spring. Your windows are down, and the wind is warm. You flick on the radio as you stop at a light. and then it comes on. Your song. The Song. AS you sing the lyrics, the light turns green, and with V8 Burble, an Inline 6 wail, an inline 4 bark, or whatever form of sound your automobile makes, you whoosh away down the street, kicking up dust as you speed away...