i probably shouldn't listen to rage against the machine, or some beastie boys tunes when i'm driving. i get too aggressive, even for ny standards.
on the classical side, gotta watch out for wagner.
with "ring highlights" blasting in my stereo, i was driving up 6th ave with some friends/tourists, battling for lane position with a half dozen taxi cabs as the lights changed to green, up from herald square one evening.
timing each light, dodging garbage trucks and slow pedestrians caught in the crosswalk, i left many of the checkered and yellow fokke tri-wolfe taxis in my prop wash. but as i finally had approached radio city where construction had closed the rest of the road north, one final cab pulled up next to me. the driver lifted his goggles, saluted, and turned away down 51st street, his scarf trailing out the window.
my friends thought it was the best trips to ny they'd ever had.
in nomine patri, et fili, et spiritus sancti.
beidh ar la linn.
wisdom is often in short supply within ones' ego.