If you want to know anything about me, it's that I love music, and I love long car rides. Put the two together and I'm set. My earliest recollection of a long car ride was when I was about 10 or 11. My family was heading to a family reunion in Tennessee, at the time we lived in Texas. I remember receiving a brand new set of Phonics books that had every level ranging from "Dick and Jane" (simple reading) to the age appropriate "Frog and Toad." This was the equivalent of the nowaday electronic entertainment. As we traveled, I remember thinking that Texarkana was as boring as any car trip could get. It was mile after mile with trees and there wasn't much to look at. I remember bickering with my brothers, playing the ABC game, and the bagged lunches and dinners. We pulled in late one night, my parents woke us up, and we checked into a motel. It was exciting times, being on the road and living the child's interpretation of a vagabond lifestyle. Every mi