Hurtling down the highway at 75mph jammin to one of the greatest radio stations in the free world BOB FM 96.9 . Peering through the windshield staring at a wall of fog just out of reach of the fount bumper. It was like looking out the window of the airplane when your flying through a nice bank of clouds. I was just minding my own business just wondering what really good song they would play next.
You see, BOB plays "All the rock you like.... none of the stuff you don't". It is non stop rock. It is the radio station we are all thinking of when we say, "Man if I owned a radio station I would only play really good stuff like......". If there was a station in Lawton that was even a little like BOB I would start advertising on the radio. Heck I would apply for a job there..... And if they wouldn't hire me, (because you know sometimes when I get really wound up I start to get that kinda high pitched little girl voice), maybe I could just hang around and watch them make the magic.
It reminds me of the days when the DJ's actually spun real vinyl. Real vinyl... for you kids out there was what music was transported on before the magic of MP3s and other digital demonic deviations. You could see it right there on the vinyl... little grooves... no guessing if it was really there or not. The valleys were where the music lived. But you kids don't understand vinyl. It came from an era where the only people that danced to music were your parents, those people on the Laurence Welk Show and strippers. And that, by the way, was how God intended it.... You kids started messing with the music and the world went to hell.

(Disco actually started the spiral into music hell but that is for another time.)

Were there any drive by shootings before all this crazy dancing to rock music? NO!! I rest my case....

When was the last time that Led Zepplin came out on stage with a bunch of dancers distracting people trying to watch musicians actually play instruments and sing. See ... now we have entertainers. They get up on the stage and mumble mouth around some sounds created by a computer and not much else. And they lip sync. When I was a kid there was no lip syncing.

If Mick Jagger got drunk or high or both and fell over an amp, the vocals didn't keep right on going like nothing happened. No, you heard his head hit the floor and saw his mouth smash against the mic stand. And the rest of the night you could here him mumble through swollen lips. It was real and you got what you paid for, and it was affordable, $14.50 to get into the Cotton Bowl and see Heart, Sammy Hagar, Blue Oyster Cult, Boston and two or three other bands that I can't remember. Nobody shot at anyone, nobody tried to slip a roofie in any one's drink, nobody got hurt and everyone had a good time. Other than the whole passing out from heatstroke thing... it was like 140° on the floor of the Bowl and those people with the "really great" standing room only floor tickets were dropping like flies.

Back to hurtling down the highway at 85....
They (the BOB heads) decide to play Zepplin's "Immigrant Song". My foot just kept pushing the throttle further toward the floor. My hands were squeezing the wheel so hard my finger tips were throbbing. The pressure was so great on my fingers that I thought the blood was going to erupt from the tips. My head was  jerking up and down in time with the music. And I was singing at the top of my lungs.
At that moment I realized that to the rest of the world, and especially that grandma looking lady I had just passed, I looked like the Hemi Sprint guy from the Odd Rods trading card series. And.... at that very instant I could smell the gum that came with those cards in that waxy package. Either that or I had a stroke. I had to pull over and wait for the song to end.
I'm leaning toward it being a stroke because the gum wasn't real and it has been eight hours and I can still smell it.....