Fin: Ah... I-85, the hell out of Atlanta. If I remember this right, this was around the first time I broke the stereo. It was an old boom box, hooked up to the cigarette lighter by way of a borrowed AC inverter. It had one of those flip up lids that had degraded to the point of flipping off instead of just up. Damn that thing was annoying.

Nick: I don't have an antenna anymore (Damn you, El Nino!). I'm real tired of hitting SCAN on the car radio and watching the numbers spin through all the stations, so I have to bring the radio for road-trip music. I've dropped the stereo so many times, it emits a low-pitch squeal if it plays a CD. Luckily, the engine noise covers it up nicely.