If I'm driving home after a meeting in Fresno (or Napa or Sacramento for that matter), you better believe I'm going to sing to keep myself awake. In fact, I'm going to belt at the top of my little tone deaf lungs. I'm going to dance too. The movement will vary depending on whether I'm on stage in a Broadway musical, starring in a pop music video, or choreographing an interpretive dance to a rock ballad, but you can count on a dance frenzy in my Hyundai.
Should I feel embarrassed if someone happens to look over and see my mouth wide open, dramatic facial expressions, and spastic arm gestures? I think not. If anything, I'm providing comic relief for others' tedious commutes. Besides, driving 150 miles after a sleepless hotel night is hazardous. This is self preservation. I will however contain myself when passing a cop, for fear of being pulled over on suspicion of intoxication or questionable psychological fitness for operating heavy machinery.
I also "write" a lot of my blogs on the road. I composed this one in my head around Highway 152 and 101. If you like garlic, Gilroy smells heavenly today.
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I grew up in Morgan Hill so I constantly smelled garlic in the morning. Or mushroom compost, depending on which way the wind was blowing.
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