I'm driving to the record store on my lunch hour to pick up some blank tapes. It's a typically sunny, breezy day in Honolulu and I'm in a good mood. I've even got a flower – a plumeria, I believe – stuck behind my ear. I'm humming along to the music blaring from my car stereo as I wait patiently to turn left in the left turn lane. Suddenly I hear honking.