just as cary grant finds himself holding the knife...

Driving home along Danforth, I noticed a police car with all lights flashing race up behind me...just as the soundtrack reached the scene where Cary Grant suddenly finds himself holding a knife lodged in the back of a diplomat at the United Nations.
My heart jumped out of my body and performed acrobatic stunts I haven't been able to do since grade two.
I pulled over to the side to allow the police to race to their emergency and to chuckle at how the music and traffic had coincided so perfectly.

Not the right scene, but the photo was handy
But I shouldn't have been surprised by my reaction. Often when I drive alone, I imagine the music blaring at 11 through the speakers as the accompaniment to a movie scene, usually a title sequence or what Roger Ebert refers to as the "semi-obligatory music video" moment. Someday I expect to see text credits rolling across the windshield. Scenic roads frequently invoke this, as does playing Iggy Pop's "The Passenger" while driving past downtown on the Gardiner Expressway at night.
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