It was a summer day in the middle of nowhere Alabama, and I was riding in the back seat of my cousin’s Probe GT. It was cool to me when I was 11. Cochise came on the radio, and my cousin’s foot sank to the floor. We topped the Probe out, as it was a long stretch. It seemed so fast at the time, even if it was only cresting 130. It was the first time I had ever been over 80. That was my first memory of speed, and that song has been stuck in my head with that memory ever since. RIP Chris.