I have so many fond memories of driving home late after working in restaurants when I was young, listening to Art Bell. Those were magical times, it wasn't just the music and the discussions, there was something electrifying about cruising in a warm car on empty freeways through the cold, still night. I miss those days.

I have so many fond memories of driving home late after working in restaurants when I was young, listening to Art Bell. Those were magical times, it wasn't just the music and the discussions, there was something electrifying about cruising in a war m car on empty freeways. I miss those days.