musical ability whatsoever. It’s funny because every once in a while I’ll be jamming out and I’ll catch a strange look from somebody I’m riding with, like, “Dude, c’mon, let’s wrap this up.”
Anyway, here are five of my favorite artists to drive to and sing along with (to the dismay of everyone else in the car) . . .
5. Madonna, “Like a Prayer”: You gotta have a little something for everyone, and you never know when you’ll be traveling with a Diva.
4. Billy Idol, “Rebel Yell”: I just love Billy Idol, and this song gets me pumped up. Every trip needs a song like this to get your heart really pumping.
3. Taking Back Sunday: One of my favorite bands. It’s hard to pick one song, so just put all their CDs on your iPod before a trip.
2. Kings of Leon: Everything Kings of Leon does is great. They’re from Oklahoma and are big Oklahoma Sooner fans.
1. Dr. Dre, “Let Me Ride”: Talk about a song that makes me sing. This is my favorite hip-hop song of all time. [ Starts singing ] “Let me ride . . .”
Million Dollar U-Turn
IRS
Back in the early nineties, Ted DiBiase and I were tag team partners and our team was known as Money Inc. I remember going down the New York State Thruway, we were on the toll road and it had to be about two or three in the morning, so there was no traffic on the road. There was snowy weather, and it was getting pretty nasty out there, and as we’re driving along, driving along, we miss our exit. So we keep driving, but then we see the sign that the next exit isn’t for thirty miles. So Ted goes, “We’re just going to have to turn around in the middle of the thru-way.” We hadn’t seen another car in probably twenty to thirty minutes, so he sees a spot to make a U-turn, and we turn around in the middle of the thruway and start heading back in the opposite direction. Sure enough, five minutes later, we see the blue lights, and a patrol car was pulling us over from behind. It was just one of those deals we couldn’t believe. Here we were, driving for twenty to thirty minutes without seeing another car, then as soon as we do something we shouldn’t, the cops show up. Why does it always seem to happen like that?
My Bad
Tyson Kidd
Driving from Tampa to Miami, it’s myself, Natalya, and David Hart, and there was a sign that said “Last Stop for Gas.” I had about a quarter of a tank left, but it said that the next gas was in eighty miles. I figured I could make eighty miles easy. And this way, if we didn’t stop, we would’ve gotten to Miami by eight o’clock the night before the show. So we’re driving, and Natalya of course says, “I don’t know, I think you should stop for gas.” But I assure her, “No, no, it’s fine.” Long story short, we ran out of gas. I kept seeing it was low, and I was watching the miles on the car, and when we got to about seventy-eight miles, we were out. And there were no service stations anywhere. DH was sleeping, Nattie was half asleep and not really paying attention, so I kept punching in searches for service stations on the GPS, and the GPS is now telling me the closest is twenty-four miles away. I’m like, “Oh no!” Now, I’m pretty stubborn, so what’s even worse for me than running out of gas is me being wrong. I just kept saying, “No, no, we gotta get there. We gotta get there.” Well, next thing we know, we lose the power, and I start to pull over to the side of the road. Natalya looks at me and says, “You ran out of gas, right?” And I had to tell her, “Yep, we ran out of gas.”
So now we’re on the side of the road in the middle of nowhere and there’s nothing around but highways. But I knew there were a few other guys driving in from Tampa, so I call Tyler Reks because I knew he was one of them. We were only half an hour outside of Miami, and luckily for us, Tyler Reks was only about forty-five minutes behind us. But as we waited for him to show up, Natalya and David walked down the road trying
Anyway, here are five of my favorite artists to drive to and sing along with (to the dismay of everyone else in the car) . . .
5. Madonna, “Like a Prayer”: You gotta have a little something for everyone, and you never know when you’ll be traveling with a Diva.
4. Billy Idol, “Rebel Yell”: I just love Billy Idol, and this song gets me pumped up. Every trip needs a song like this to get your heart really pumping.
3. Taking Back Sunday: One of my favorite bands. It’s hard to pick one song, so just put all their CDs on your iPod before a trip.
2. Kings of Leon: Everything Kings of Leon does is great. They’re from Oklahoma and are big Oklahoma Sooner fans.
1. Dr. Dre, “Let Me Ride”: Talk about a song that makes me sing. This is my favorite hip-hop song of all time. [ Starts singing ] “Let me ride . . .”
Million Dollar U-Turn
IRS
Back in the early nineties, Ted DiBiase and I were tag team partners and our team was known as Money Inc. I remember going down the New York State Thruway, we were on the toll road and it had to be about two or three in the morning, so there was no traffic on the road. There was snowy weather, and it was getting pretty nasty out there, and as we’re driving along, driving along, we miss our exit. So we keep driving, but then we see the sign that the next exit isn’t for thirty miles. So Ted goes, “We’re just going to have to turn around in the middle of the thru-way.” We hadn’t seen another car in probably twenty to thirty minutes, so he sees a spot to make a U-turn, and we turn around in the middle of the thruway and start heading back in the opposite direction. Sure enough, five minutes later, we see the blue lights, and a patrol car was pulling us over from behind. It was just one of those deals we couldn’t believe. Here we were, driving for twenty to thirty minutes without seeing another car, then as soon as we do something we shouldn’t, the cops show up. Why does it always seem to happen like that?
My Bad
Tyson Kidd
Driving from Tampa to Miami, it’s myself, Natalya, and David Hart, and there was a sign that said “Last Stop for Gas.” I had about a quarter of a tank left, but it said that the next gas was in eighty miles. I figured I could make eighty miles easy. And this way, if we didn’t stop, we would’ve gotten to Miami by eight o’clock the night before the show. So we’re driving, and Natalya of course says, “I don’t know, I think you should stop for gas.” But I assure her, “No, no, it’s fine.” Long story short, we ran out of gas. I kept seeing it was low, and I was watching the miles on the car, and when we got to about seventy-eight miles, we were out. And there were no service stations anywhere. DH was sleeping, Nattie was half asleep and not really paying attention, so I kept punching in searches for service stations on the GPS, and the GPS is now telling me the closest is twenty-four miles away. I’m like, “Oh no!” Now, I’m pretty stubborn, so what’s even worse for me than running out of gas is me being wrong. I just kept saying, “No, no, we gotta get there. We gotta get there.” Well, next thing we know, we lose the power, and I start to pull over to the side of the road. Natalya looks at me and says, “You ran out of gas, right?” And I had to tell her, “Yep, we ran out of gas.”
So now we’re on the side of the road in the middle of nowhere and there’s nothing around but highways. But I knew there were a few other guys driving in from Tampa, so I call Tyler Reks because I knew he was one of them. We were only half an hour outside of Miami, and luckily for us, Tyler Reks was only about forty-five minutes behind us. But as we waited for him to show up, Natalya and David walked down the road trying
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