Friday, January 25, 2008

My morning drive

My morning drive goes something like this: I race to my car, turn right on Divisidero, and the MUNI lurches up from the curb to cut me off. I switch on the radio. It's the same song every morning: Dynamite Hack's mellow folk cover of NWA's "Boyz-N-The-Hood.'' At the corner of Divisadero and Haight, I see the same homeless woman, holding a sign that says "Smile.'' I cut straight through the Castro, then down into Noe Valley, where I amp myself with coffee and a fistful of Noe O's. From there it's 280 South. Soon enough, I pass the charmingly inept sculpture of Junipero Serra and that Flintstones-looking house with red-brown paint. In San Jose, "She Rock The Hips'' beams into my car radio at the same time every morning. Eventually I lose the signal and switch to Greg Kihn in the Morning. An AC/DC cover band is playing "Highway To Hell'' in the studio. They are trying much too hard. By the time the song is over, I have arrived.


Kara said...

I assume you know why "Highway to Hell" tends to play every time you are headed toward that particular place.

cactuseaters said...

That was hilarious. Now you're making me wonder about the hidden meanings of other songs I have heard along the same driving route, including "Teen Age Goo Goo Muck'' by the Cramps.

Kara said...


That simply cannot be a coincidence. Hey, you should let me know (probably not over an open internet forum) what times you're teaching this semester. I would be forever grateful for a carpool (and need a little more "Highway to Hell" in my life).