there's a fire in the road where a frame is burnt and other automobiles are slowing down around the fire. lanes are backed up and people get all anxious inside. they've got a schedule to keep and don't want life to slip by. the siren and cube are coming up from behind. 1981 stereo is drowned from the sound. i see a car with an urge and a driver to control it. he's carried away because what he does is more important. cars pass in cold blood. i hold back, it's hard to; because i really want to block but realize it's a bad time for that. i try to stay calm and watch the ambulance pass, but as the car with the schedule pulled out of their lane, i had a terrible urge, but no driver to control it. don't get carried away. what he does is not important.