This track is a candid story captured on tape. We were all taking a break from recording, and hanging around outside inbetween tracks. I had just got a trumpet mute from my car and locked the doors behind me. The car was parked behind Joel's house on a slight, gravel incline. The air was cold, and the roads were wet from a rare Washington mist. The windows were slightly ajar, because my dog Miles was in the car, listening to the melodies through the breeze. All of a sudden my car started to roll, down a hill, across the alley-way. My mute fell to the ground, and my voice errupted with fear, as I called my friends for help. There were multiple attempts to stop the car as I squeezed my hand through the crack in the window, but it was too small to reach. I looked behind us, and noticed a drop off, on the other side of the alley. Knowing this could be the end of my car (and possibly my dog) I thought on my feet. With all the strength I had in my body I ran to the rear end of the car, planted my feet in the wet mud hill and stopped the car. Joel just happened to be rolling the tape and captured the excitement as we made our way back into his house!