 The other day, my neighbor came over, and I was in the yard, and he goes, hey, when did you put the CD boom box in your car? I said, what? He goes, well, I saw you and your daughter driving down the street, and I heard this boom, boom, boom. I said, oh, that was me stomping on the imaginary brake on my side of the car. But after driving with her, I'm convinced there needs to be a teenage driving lane on the highway. And it's just lined with mattresses and tires.