So I was driving through my city recently, listening to the radio with the windows down, and pulled up to a stop light, only to pull up to an old beaten-up pick up truck, with an old scraggly looking man, who appeared to be in his 60s, at the wheel.
I heard some beastly wail emanate from his car, so I turned down my radio and listened. He was playing a metal song, but I had never heard it before. I managed to get the old man's attention, and he turned down the music to talk between our cars. The conversation that ensued went something like this:
"Excuse me sir, what song is that?"
"This? Oh this. This Is Blood of the Nations, by Accept. Yeah, its THE SHIT man..."
"Thanks sir, I appreciate it!"
"Fuck yeah man, rock on!"
He then peeled out of there as the light turned green, fist pumping the rock on symbol out of his window... I never saw the old man of metal again, but holy crap, was that old guy awesome.
When I grow old, I hope to be just as cool as he is, minus having a beater for a car.
Anyways, here's the song he had playing: Accept - Blood Of The Nations
Hope you enjoyed the recounting of my epic tale.