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Driving in the desert with Elvis and a dog, Elvis gets tired of holding the wheel. He says it's my turn to drive, but I can't drive, I say, still strumming the guitar, I wouldn't trust myself at the wheel. Well, you can play instead while I take a rest, he says, but who's going to drive meanwhile? I say the dog might as well drive as me. So we put the dog's feet up on the wheel and wedge a boot against the pedal. Elvis closes his eyes and I keep playing, and we go on like that for a while.