I am in the car with my dad right now listening to him sing off key an whistle with the sinatra station while my brother's dog is howling at the top of her lungs. There is an hk 223 behind the seat and im about to go postal
The dog is a lot more on key than my dad. It will be a miracle if we get there without my dad rearending somebody. He is so impatient and keeps jamming on the breaks
We got out of the bad traffic and have been moving pretty well. As much as i hated leaving my boxster im glad i did. Driving a 5speed in that mess would suck