Singing Drivers

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   Ever been a captive audience to these folks?  One morning a couple winters back, I had my first experience with a woman I later dubbed "The Church Lady."  She drove a van and had a stuffed animal wedged in the space between the top of the steering wheel and the horn.  She had the heat on full blast and wasn't wearing a coat.  She was listening to a tape of a choir singing gospel music.  Once on the HOV lanes, she turned up the volume and began singing along.  She got so into praising the Lord that she started clapping her hands and dancing in her seat.     

	In the meantime, sweat had popped out on my forehead and I was nauseous from the heat (the kind that burns your nasal passages).  I mistakenly assumed that she'd turn down the heat when her nose started to hurt too -- never happened.  I guess I could have unbuckled myself and peeled off my coat...  I GUESS I could have asked her to turn down the heat...  Of course, I envisioned myself saying, "Would you PLEASE shut up and turn off the heat?!  And by the way, put your f'ing HANDS on the steering wheel where they belong!"  But noooooooooo!  I'm a well-behaved little slug and keep my mouth shut unless spoken to.  

	This past summer on the way home, a woman sang along to every song on a CD of a man crooning love songs in Spanish.  He was good -- she was not.  And just two days ago, I rode home with a different version of "The Church Lady."  She didn't have a van or a stuffed animal, but the hands left the steering wheel as she lifted them in praise while she sang.

	But what's a rider to do?  It's the DRIVER's car, right?  I guess if I have to endure singing drivers, I'd rather "The Church Lady" type over a wannabe rapper. :)

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KatieM Members Profile Find Members Posts New Slug Joined: 30 Apr 2002 Location: VA Status: Offline Points: 0	Post Options Post Reply Quote KatieM Report Post Thanks(0) Quote Reply Topic: Singing Drivers Posted: 18 Sep 2002 at 2:15pm
	Ever been a captive audience to these folks? One morning a couple winters back, I had my first experience with a woman I later dubbed "The Church Lady." She drove a van and had a stuffed animal wedged in the space between the top of the steering wheel and the horn. She had the heat on full blast and wasn't wearing a coat. She was listening to a tape of a choir singing gospel music. Once on the HOV lanes, she turned up the volume and began singing along. She got so into praising the Lord that she started clapping her hands and dancing in her seat. In the meantime, sweat had popped out on my forehead and I was nauseous from the heat (the kind that burns your nasal passages). I mistakenly assumed that she'd turn down the heat when her nose started to hurt too -- never happened. I guess I could have unbuckled myself and peeled off my coat... I GUESS I could have asked her to turn down the heat... Of course, I envisioned myself saying, "Would you PLEASE shut up and turn off the heat?! And by the way, put your f'ing HANDS on the steering wheel where they belong!" But noooooooooo! I'm a well-behaved little slug and keep my mouth shut unless spoken to. This past summer on the way home, a woman sang along to every song on a CD of a man crooning love songs in Spanish. He was good -- she was not. And just two days ago, I rode home with a different version of "The Church Lady." She didn't have a van or a stuffed animal, but the hands left the steering wheel as she lifted them in praise while she sang. But what's a rider to do? It's the DRIVER's car, right? I guess if I have to endure singing drivers, I'd rather "The Church Lady" type over a wannabe rapper. :)

tbell511 Members Profile Find Members Posts New Slug Joined: 08 May 2002 Location: Virginia Status: Offline Points: 0	Post Options Post Reply Quote tbell511 Report Post Thanks(0) Quote Reply Posted: 29 Oct 2002 at 2:38pm
	Oh I have one that I ride with on occasion, that is very much into the R & B of the 70's, she sing's along with it very loud and oh wait a minute don't let it be a favorite, she hits the repeat button over and over again or she keeps scrolling backwards to replay a certain part of the song, in the summer time she never turns the AC on so you have Barry White blasting in your ear while hot air is blowing your eye lashing in the wind, don't get me wrong I love my old school music just like the rest, but there is a reason why they are the ones singing the song and you're not. quote: Originally posted by KatieM [br]Ever been a captive audience to these folks? One morning a couple winters back, I had my first experience with a woman I later dubbed "The Church Lady." She drove a van and had a stuffed animal wedged in the space between the top of the steering wheel and the horn. She had the heat on full blast and wasn't wearing a coat. She was listening to a tape of a choir singing gospel music. Once on the HOV lanes, she turned up the volume and began singing along. She got so into praising the Lord that she started clapping her hands and dancing in her seat. In the meantime, sweat had popped out on my forehead and I was nauseous from the heat (the kind that burns your nasal passages). I mistakenly assumed that she'd turn down the heat when her nose started to hurt too -- never happened. I guess I could have unbuckled myself and peeled off my coat... I GUESS I could have asked her to turn down the heat... Of course, I envisioned myself saying, "Would you PLEASE shut up and turn off the heat?! And by the way, put your f'ing HANDS on the steering wheel where they belong!" But noooooooooo! I'm a well-behaved little slug and keep my mouth shut unless spoken to. This past summer on the way home, a woman sang along to every song on a CD of a man crooning love songs in Spanish. He was good -- she was not. And just two days ago, I rode home with a different version of "The Church Lady." She didn't have a van or a stuffed animal, but the hands left the steering wheel as she lifted them in praise while she sang. But what's a rider to do? It's the DRIVER's car, right? I guess if I have to endure singing drivers, I'd rather "The Church Lady" type over a wannabe rapper. :) TBell