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Driving While Trumpeting, Chapter 2

There was, understandably, some skepticism among readers when I wrote recently about driving along a major interstate highway and seeing a guy playing a trumpet while steering. Trumpet Man kept his thighs pressed against the wheel for stability and leaned forward to hold his shiny brass trumpet over the top of the wheel as he played the instrument at a volume high enough for me to hear.

Some folks were so doubtful of this account that they challenged my ability to discern that Trumpet Man was driving a beautiful 1965 Bonneville.

Well, you'll just have to take my word for the truth of that account, but if it helps any, here's corroborating evidence in the form of another account of Driving While Trumpeting, from reader Jeff Schwartz, who, unlike me, has photographic proof.

Schwartz's trumpeter is a different guy from mine, who was lean and scraggly, but mine also was viewed in the New York metro area, for whatever that's worth. Next time, I gotta take a pic.

By Marc Fisher |  September 19, 2007; 8:17 AM ET
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Don't get caught doing that in Virginia as it will cost more in fines!

Posted by: BDWESQTM | September 19, 2007 8:53 AM

as a trumpet player myself, if i was hurting to practice that much, i think i'd just use my mouthpiece.

i couldn't imagine trying to think about pitch, tone, tempo, and rhythm while also trying to watch others, drive straight, and not crash.

Posted by: kate | September 19, 2007 9:56 AM

"challenged my ability to discern that Trumpet Man was driving a beautiful 1965 Bonneville"

Not at all. I just thought it was probably an interesting part of the story that you had neglected to tell.

Posted by: Dan | September 19, 2007 11:38 AM

My uncle's and I were returning from a fishing trip on the Eastern Shore when I noticed someone coming into view in my mirror. He was changing lanes somewhat erratically, and when he swerved to go around me, I thought that I was seeing things. So I sped up beside him and to my amazement, this fool was playing a fiddle and driving with his knees. It was very hot, it was an old, ragged car that he was driving - and his long hair was soaked in sweat. He looked demonically possesed, and reminded me of Robert De Niro (sp?) in Cape Fear. I tapped my uncle who was sleeping and he woke up and took a double-take - in shock. This was on RT. 50 approaching the Kent Narrows bridge. So no, this doesn't surprise me at all :-)

Posted by: Mike Edmondson | September 19, 2007 3:33 PM

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