Visions of mythical creatures trapped in the trunk, appeared in my over active imagination's eye. Something dragon like perhaps? With big feet, stomping around back there in a huff? Or maybe a huge neon green and lavender iguana whapping it's tail back and forth, trying to escape from the lovely confines of it's Toyota jail.

But then I came to my senses and realized that it was the vibration of the stereo system woofer. I marveled at the effect it was having on this automobile. I looked closer and I could see the rear view mirror was dancing to the same rhythm as the trunk. I wonder what those vibrations were doing to the occupant? Though he looked like he was in car stereo nirvana.

I looked over at the dashboard of our 1976 Mercedes and there was the old Becker AM/FM radio and wafting out of the speakers was the tinny sound of the Beach Boys singing, "Arruba, Jamaica, Oooo I wanna take ya to Bermuda, Bahama, come on pretty mama..."

I frowned.

I wonder what the Beach Boys would sound like if MY right rear side panel was vibrating? I wonder what it's like to be in car stereo nirvana?

Only thing is, to get a 1976 Mercedes rear side panel to vibrate would take a woofer the size of a small elephant I think. Because our oldie but goodie car is built like a tank. And that sleek, shiny, claret colored Toyota vibrates so nicely because it's built like an aluminum soda can.

The light changed and we drove off. My only consolation being, these three things.

1. Our car is PAID FOR. ;-)

2. If God forbid, we both were in a wreck, our car would be intact. The Toyota would be scrap metal.

3. I bet I can sing along with the Beach Boys WAY better than that guy could.

Life is good.