You shouldn’t let other people get your KICKS FOR YOU.

Note: To really get a feel for what this conversation sounded like, you have to imagine us yelling more than singing this song at the top of our lungs.

KARI: What do you want to listen to?

MIKE: You can choose.

KARI: *grabs iPod* You know what I’m going to choose!

MIKE: Yes.

KARI: ONCE UPON A TIME YOU DRESSED SO FINE

MIKE: Oh.

KARI: What?

MIKE: I thought you were going to pick “Born to Run” because of Peter Sagal.

[Gentle reader, rather than having a conversation about Peter Sagal and why he would inspire me to play “Born to Run,” I will simply explain that he excitedly recited the lyrics a few weeks ago on Wait, Wait in a discussion about how New Jersey once campaigned to choose it as their state song. It was definitely one of my favorite Wait, Wait moments of all time.]

KARI: I’ll play that later. HOW DOES IT FEEL?

MIKE: TO BE WITHOUT A HOME.

KARI: A COMPLETE UNKNOWN.

MIKE: NO DIRECTION HOME.

BOTH: LIKE A ROLLING STONE.

Last year, Mike made a playlist of Rolling Stone’s 500 greatest songs of all time. On trips, I always found it a reliable playlist we could both agree on, even if we did choose to skip a song here and there. The best part was that it started with Bob Dylan’s “Like a Rolling Stone.” I am not sure I can convey how much I love mumbling/yelling the words along with Bob. Especially when the windows are rolled down and it inadvertently causes me to yell things like, “Scrounging FOR YOUR NEXT MEAL,” at people who are innocently walking down the street. Yeah, that’s awkward. At least it wasn’t, “You threw the bums a dime in your prime, DIDN’T YOU?”

I don’t know why I got so obsessed with the song. I’m not a big Bob Dylan fan, to be honest, but I do like some of his classic stuff. Road trips would generally feature me yelling along with the song while Mike drove with a polite/bemused expression on his face. Oh, but now! Now I have converted him! We listened to nine different versions of it last night. Straight through. Complete with yelling.

And possibly dancing.

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