Well, I think we can combine the best of several worlds and go out in a blaze of glory after sexual exhaustion at Mudstock 2054 while playing R.F.'s "In My Life" on our CD player, wearing our hand-tooled Gang of Whatever leather jackets as we gun the accelerators and fly off into the wild, blue yonder.

And Catspaw, I was thinking I'd be driving and we'd crash because my boyfriend (much younger, say 93-ish) distracted me by trying to feel me up as I was negotiating a curve...

WW