Last winter, a regular named Dave stood in the sleet listening to me play for 20 minutes straight. He drove a beat-up old Sequoia, cursed every pothole between King’s Cross and his flat because the suspension felt like it was held together with duct tape. Now I just came across something about the 2027 TRD Pro version with those so-called zero-gravity jumps. Flying through the air in a full-size SUV. Dave would’ve traded all that fancy shock stuff just to not scrape the curb outside the station when he dropped off his kid for school. Rebellion to him was fixing his heater with a hair dryer. To me, it’s cold coffee and finishing a verse before security shows up.