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Traffic Sing Along

Who doesn't enjoy singing along to the radio while driving? I know I sure do!  Plus, I’m not the only one that substitutes their car interior for a sound studio. I’ll give you a couple of examples.
One day, I was listening to Ke$ha’s TiK ToK in my car and humming along. Then I happened to glance at the car sitting next to me at the stop light. There were young women in the car and it appeared that they were singing. As the song blared from my speakers, I could see that the lyrics were in sync with the girls’ singing. I was thrilled. It took all my strength not to roll down the window and yell to them “Hey, I’m listening to the same song! Aren't I hip?!”  It was probably good that I didn't shout that out loud!
Another time as I was driving, I stopped at a red light. I was behind a young man who was sitting behind the wheel. I noticed him furtively look to his left and to his right. I didn't really notice him until he started swiveling his head. Now I was curious to why he was looking about so early in the morning. When he saw the coast was clear, he made a fist and started belting out what looked like a rock song into his hand microphone.  I had to smile as I watched him singing his heart out in his private concert.

What is it about our car that we find ourselves singing along to the radio? Or maybe it’s the traffic light that prompts us to perform? That’s my take on this matter—as we sit at the red light, we become more aware of the song on the radio and it’s ready, set, sing! 
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