tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-693563922507164476.post6405065609578232381..comments2023-10-21T07:59:54.282-05:00Comments on Getting Outside of Normal: Car Dancingjoshntiffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03650573113655024837noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-693563922507164476.post-77171841253439978552009-07-08T12:40:29.412-05:002009-07-08T12:40:29.412-05:00I don't know if you ever met my father, Gary. ...I don't know if you ever met my father, Gary. But he used to car dance when we were kids. i don't remember the exact day that I became ashamed of his moves, but I do remember ducking in the front seat as a teenager. His main move was both hands on the steering wheel and then flapping his arms like a chicken. it was to the beat...sort of. Now that I have Alana, I truly find myself wanting to car dance for her. I will laugh the day she ducks to hide, instead of joining in.The McGregor Clanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07497252537624790284noreply@blogger.com