The mushrooms having taken full effect, my traveling companion in the car behind and I stopped to roll some of that low grade ganja for a quick smoke along the Colorado River between Glenwood Springs and Grand Junction. And it was then that I noticed the ol' Dodge come to life sonically. With no radio, only the roaring of the engine and wind were there to sing. And so it was -- amazing how much fidelity became apparent in the imagined performance of "Happiness is a Warm Gun" by that ol' Dodge as it rattled and roared in perfect time and amazing harmony.