car talk

today when i was driving home from work (albeit after a long detour to attempt to pick up my race-number in coral gables, arriving 7 miles and 50 minutes later (!!!) to find the store closed), i had a true driving experience. that beyonce song came on the radio: "if you liked it then you shoulda put a ring on it". and i was so pissed from being in traffic for so long and driving out of the way for no reason, that i just turned it way up and belted out along. i didnt really think about what it would look like to anyone (mostly because i am an admitted speeder and was way past other cars). but later as i pulled up at a light, there was music blasting from the car next to me, while i was (by then) trying to listen to 'news & notes' on npr. i looked over, expecting it to be some kid. it was, judging from my hazy college rememberances, either jurassic five or the black-eyed peas. who was sitting in that car, rocking along? a very small hispanic man in his 50s. i mean, kind of adorable. at the next light, i heard more music, this time on my left. boyz-2-men. yes. for real. the car? a convertible. the man? singing along, drumming his hands all over the place. this time, in his 50s, white. i smiled as i turned the corner home, thinking how nice it is that, even though we all contribute to this horrible driving population, we all have our little moments of similarity and song-belting and joy of life.

xo