He clicks on the radio from the silence and scans the stations. He finds one that he likes and returns to the wheel.
He begins to sing, making up his words as he rolls along the interstate.
"Ooooo, baby, yeah baby, you I ain't tired toniiiiight, oooo baaaby, always just ready to fiiiiight, uhm...mmmm...mm.mm..mm.mmmJust the speed baaby--things always on tiiiiiiiiime, yeaaaaaah..."
Summer is near, and he likes that.