Since I've moved towns, my
summer road trips have become down right familiar. They take me back to where I
grew up, along a road I've travelled a hundred times before. Each year we
optimistically pile our kids, Christmas presents, pet, beach gear, party
outfits and active wear into the car and set off for our little 3-hour journey
down the Pacific Highway.
This time, we had so much
gear we decided to take two cars, and on the return trip I get the kids while
Tim has the dog. Luckily, I also get the CD stacker.
Since we're constantly
trying to educate our 4.5 year old how to appreciate modern rock music, and
since kids are such good learners, he now complains whenever we play anything
that "doesn't have enough guitar in it". Ergo, the stacker is a
constant rotation of albums which have good "dir-nir" bits in them,
loud bits, riffs that you can strum along to on your air guitar while strapped
in a 5-point harness.