Riding in my car is probably the only consistent me-time that I get. With 3 kids, my ride time is my opportunity to take a breather and also gives me time to act out something like a fantasy. My husband brought a new car last year, and lately he's been letting me drive what we refer to as the "Mach 5" because our 2010 Nissan Altima drives smooth, has the best sub-woofers I've ever heard and makes me feel like a million bucks. During my time in the car I play everything from Jill Scott to Aerosmith, but nothing makes me feel better than some Jay-z, Kendrick Lamar mixed with a little bit of the old DipSet album.
When I was a kid we still watched videos, and MTV/BET still played them. So, there is always a part of me that feels sexiest when I imagine myself as a video vixen. (Don't judge me!) Now, I'm not saying I wanna be Superhead, but what I am saying is that when that base kicks in and Jay-Z says "Hov is Back," I allow myself to live the fantasy. With my hair blowing in the wind and my system bumpin' as I speed up I-376, I feel like Beyonce/Melissa Ford/Rihanna all rolled up in one, and I LOVE IT! -- and he loves it too.
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