shift into third; it was all behind them now. He glanced over at Becky. Her blond hair tumbled down to her neck, on which nestled a pearl necklace; around her wrist a diamond bracelet had its own story to tell.
		and new. They continued along the road. Becky smoothed her dress and reached over to the Sony Car Discman® CD player.
		she leaned around Ian and removed the Modern Rock Live CD sampler from his leather jacket pocket. She admired its slim two-CD profile while reading the song sheet; she slipped disc one in. The illuminated buttons shone brightly; she pressed play.
		with a rush of lush sound. Becky smiled. Ian nodded. Life was good. Life was bumpy. Good and bumpy, said Becky, as the rough gravel flew beneath their tires. The crisp Megabass® sound continued to envelop them without skipping a beat. "It’s that Super ESP," said Ian.
		said Becky, with a skeptical look. "And just how does that work," she continued. "Well, the CD player spins the disc twice as fast so it plays music from memory when it gets jostled..". "Hmm, cool," she thought.
		"That was awesome," said Becky. "Yeah, that disc was cool," Ian agreed. Becky smiled dreamily to herself. The music took her back to her childhood in Macon. Her eyes began to glisten as she was consumed in bittersweet memories. She started disc two in the Discman® CD player, drew Ian’s hand to herself and cuddled into his shoulder. On the dash lay a letter from Stacy, her old roommate; she would read it tomorrow.
		the Santa Monica sun was setting, the day was short. And life in the fast lane never sounded better.