Hmmm, can I get a lift out to said point with someone who is not going to try to take that nasty point at 120 mph? cluck cluck cluck Oh, and maybe a hotdog off the grill and a cup of coffee (black) to steady my nerves.)

When she is finally ensconced in a comfy looking falcon station wagon, far too saggy to take any corner at 120 mph, she quickly reaches to turn the dial on the radio as the DJ starts playing Leader Of The Pack, only to shift it again as she hits Tell Laura I Love Her. She turns the radio off with a decisive snap when the third Teenage Death Song wafts out over the airwaves.