Stopped at a red light

Stopped at a red light.
In the oncoming turning lane, a little red car was also stopped. The driver was deeply involved in some music. Her head was bobbing up and down and even her hands were in on the movement. As the light changed, I drove on and passed her car waiting to turn. She had to have been in her mid forties.

And I thought, whoa mama! Either you really like your music or you are wishing you still rocked.
Reminder to self – when singing in the car keep it down. It looks a bit weird from the outside.