I love cars.

I love cars.

Yes, I'm going to be a star.

Baby you can drive my car.

And maybe I love you.

I love cars.

If you're a long time listener, you know this.

I've loved cars ever since, well, I started playing with Hot Wheels as a kid.

Now the faster, the sleeker, the better.

And when Ian was learning his ABCs, he would walk around the studio parking lot with his teacher.

You see, rather than sending him to daycare, I built a one-room schoolhouse in the studios for him,

and then I hired a full-time teacher.

I totally loved being able to see him all day long while I was working. Anyway, E would walk around

saying his ABCs in the parking lot. A is for Audi, B is for Buick, C is for Chevy, D is for Dodge.

And when there was a letter with no car brand associated with it, he would put that letter

in a sentence. Like, E is for every car has four wheels. He was so cute. Now that he's older, we go

test drive cars together just for fun. And a few summers ago, we rented a car in Milan and drove

through Switzerland and then into Germany, where the highlight was going over 200 miles per hour on the Autobahn.

It probably wasn't a good parenting moment, but it was heck of a lot of fun.

So cars are a big part of my life.

I just love opening up a car driving down the highway.

You've got the wind in your hair.

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