“You have to turn it on if you want to listen to it.” He reached over and twisted the dial until it clicked on. Within a matter of seconds, Bones’ arms and legs were flying everywhere. I barely ducked in time to avoid an elbow to the eye. 

“This is a classic,” Bones said, turning up the radio until I could feel the beat coursing through the bench seat. Of course. This was Queen, Bones’ favorite band of all time, Queen. 

“I want to ride my bicycle,” Bones said, singing at the top of my lungs. “I want to ride my bike.” In the back, G was howling in time with the beat, and Yogi was tapping the steering wheel. 

“So tell me,” Yogi said, yelling over the music, “does the music get better in the future?” Then suddenly he waved his free arm and said, “No, no, never mind, don’t tell me. I shouldn’t know that kind of information. If you tell me, that’s like cheating.” 

I could tell Bones really, really wanted to tell him that the music never got any better than Queen, but he managed to keep his mouth shut and just dance to the music.

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