Here's how the scenario played out:
Today was the first warm day since I got the CD player, and a long-held dream of mine came to fruition.
I pulled up at a stoplight next to a guy in a Caddy. He had his windows down and his bass up. Another Cherry Hills boy playing gangsta rap on a system he probably paid too much for.
I rolled down my window and put my stereo on mute until I found just the right thing to put Rich Boy in his place.
We glanced at each other.
I gave a little smile. Turned the bass all the way up, turned the volume up to Spinal Tap 11.
AND BLASTED THE HOLY FUCK OUT OF THE CHICKEN DANCE.
Game, set, match.