One Jurph--the only Jurph--slices quickly through the dusk, well under the radar, the sunroof gaping, the rumbling thunder of John Bonham combined with the funky groove of the Doppler effect putting the cows he passes in an uneasy, anxious mood.
The Honda Accord is stealthy; it has Delaware plates, but it streaks in from the west--from Fairborn, OH--and carries a frisbee-brand flying disc. There are pretzels, there is a duffel bag of contingency clothing, there is a sleeping bag. There is a fine mist on the inside of the windshield from too much vocal percussion. I'll join in the jam if there's room.
Need a ride? /msg me if you're part of my flight profile, or reasonably situated on I-70 between Dayton, OH and Columbus, OH. I'm only too happy to subject you to my music, and to my vocal percussion.
addendum: other miscellanea, some of which may also be in the car: