Highway to Hell

I'm driving into the sunset, down an Australian highway in roo country, their carcasses littering the ruddy-red roadside. My fuel needle is hugging E, the sky is lit up like fire, and I can hardly see through my bug-coated windshield. My mind is ready to crack, and my eyes are ready to bleed, from the strain of searching for animals to avoid, and suddenly AC/DC's "Highway to Hell", blasting through the beat-up-stationwagon's speakers, takes on a whole new meaning.