I don't know about you all, but the first thing that Mike and I do when we're in the car without HR is crank up the music. Music we like. Our boy loves music, and even some not specifically made for kids, but in the car it's strictly Music Together and Silly Songs and don't even think about deviating. He's gotten one million billion times better at being in the car and I owe it all to music, so I don't take it for granted. I'll listen to "Hello Everybody" up and down the East Coast if it means he's chill in his carseat.
Nothing represents total self-indulgent freedom, though, like rocking out to your chosen jam at an extreme volume. It is almost exactly like being a teenager again, except all the other things we may or may not have been doing illegally then are kosher now. There's nothing like screaming along to Fugazi while speeding along Route 1 all dressed up for a wedding. We must have looked a sight, but a pretty happy sight.
It's hard to believe that in a few short years it will be HR screaming away from us. It might not be with something we recognize as music (like, what comes after EDM? Silence?), but it'll happen in some unmistakable way and we couldn't do a damned thing about it even if we wanted to. If you think of a lifetime as a map and look at the way things twist and turn and double back on the landscape, it kinda takes your breath away.