It goes like this: I can't take a several hour car trip without music. Pure torture, is what it'd be.
Later today, I'm planning on hopping into TheWife™'s Jeep and heading out through northern Massachusetts, New Hampshire, Vermont, and on into New York state. I'm having a genuine guys-only weekend with my old college friend Gene. I tell you, the planets must be aligned perfectly for this to happen. Okay, that or his wife has to pack up the kids and bug out to Maine for the weekend. Whatever works!
Part of the fun of a guys-only weekend in upstate NY is that you really need to have the Jeep. I mean, I love my car in all of its glorious Mini-ness, but it's not so hot for driving off through fields or scaling rocky hills (Shhh...please don't tell TheWife™ about this. She doesn't know that my fingers were crossed when I promised to not take it off road). So her maroon Wrangler is taking me on the trip. The problems start with the stereo. It's one of those pathetic things that Chrysler installs as "deluxe". Right. It's too big, plays cassettes only and doesn't have nearly enough power to overcome the white noise that the Wrangler creates with its ultra-aerodynamic box-on-wheels shape.
So...what to do? Radio Shack to the rescue! I picked up this nice iPod FM transmitter wire thingie (made by Monster) that'll allow me to avoid both regular FM radio and my scary attempts at singing. Nice.
What's even better is that I plugged it in this morning and it worked. So no story about techno-fear this week.
But...what to listen to? This is a whole different way of selecting the Friday morning music. I'm sitting there in the driveway, flipping my thumb around that wheel. Slayer? Nah, too harsh. Jane Monheit? Too sultry (for a morning Jeep ride, that is).