So, the poor old Jetta is feeling its way to 100K miles and we’ve had to spend a lot of money recently to keep it on the road. Today, we blew a hole through one of the exhaust pipes. They’re fixing it tomorrow, but today I got to pretend that it was meant to sound like that. I turned up the base on the stereo and dialed in one of the local hip-hop stations. I revved the engine at stop lights. At one point, making a left turn, a guy on a Harley gave us an appreciative nod. Then we went to a wine tasting downtown at the City Grill, cringing when we saw 5-0.