“Uh-oh, that’s the most ominous song that could play.” It was so ambiguous, no lyrics or anything . . . it was just an instrumental for Randy Orton. But the way he played it, he said luck was on his side. Since there weren’t any lyrics, you could make it anything, and he flipped it into a positive. But for me, keep me away from those instrumentals. I’ll take Taylor Swift for my Life song any day.
But getting back to those long drives, one thing that should be established as a major faux pas of road tripping is, don’t be a phone-talker. Do not get on the phone with your wife, your girlfriend, or your buddy and talk for thirty minutes. That means the music in the car needs to be turned down when you’re on the phone, conversations in the car can’t take place, and it makes the trip seem that much longer.
Ted DiBiase is a notorious phone-talker, and that is the worst. And he’s never talking to anyone important. It’s Jimmy from Iowa who he met at church when they were eleven, and they’ll talk for half an hour. Never anyone important. Never.
No Driver Necessary
Goldust
What people don’t realize is that us wrestlers are professionals when it comes to stunt driving.
I remember a long time ago I was driving from Fort Lauderdale back to Tampa and I was trying to catch up to Barry Windham. Barry was my mentor. He was in a car up ahead of me, and I was driving by myself in a big Lincoln Continental. So I’m driving and I see his car, then I slide over into the passenger side while keeping my left foot on the pedal and holding the steering wheel with my left knee. I’m going like eighty-five to ninety miles per hour, and I’m leaning my head against the passenger-side window with a newspaper in my hand while I pass him. I’m looking at the newspaper while trying to watch the road at the same time, and when I pull up beside him, Barry gave a double take because he couldn’t figure out who was driving the car. You had to see his face to believe it. It was really cool. I used to do that all the time and I always loved it. It used to freak people out. They’d be like, “If Dustin’s reading the paper, who is driving his car?”
The DibiDot
Beth Phoenix
In the attempt to entertain ourselves, we’ve gotten into the habit of raiding local gas stations for the most bizarre items we could find. It’s all about buying the most random stuff we could find at gas stations and rest stops. I don’t know where or how they got this, but Ted and Cody bought this rubber Koosh ball that looked like a dot with little eyes on it and some little rubber hair sticking out of the top. If you poke or punch this thing, a light starts to flash in the middle. So they hung this ball from the rearview mirror for this long loop we had, from Friday to Monday night, and it got lovingly named the DibiDot. It was in reference to DiBiase, and I don’t know why, but this strange rubber Koosh with little eyes and hair sticking up became the DibiDot. So then each weekend after that, we were on a mission to find more of these Koosh balls to hang from our mirror. But there were times when we bought cowboy hats and the weird Hawaiian bobble-head ladies for the dashboard, and maybe a pirate’s hat on one side and a buccaneer’s hat on the other. I remember this one time we found a Jeff Gordon air freshener. That was my favorite, because Jeff Gordon had this really strange look on his face and it was quite an interesting smell. And when we looked on the package, it didn’t even say what the smell was supposed to be, so I was like, “Hey, this smells like Jeff Gordon.”
That’s Not All We Buy
Ted DiBiase
Actually, when it comes to buying the most random item from a gas station or a truck stop, John Cena is the best. We’ll go to these huge truck stops where all the truckers stop and sleep, and you can find the strangest things you could ever imagine. Cena bought this massive Elvis painting one time, and we just put it in the front
But getting back to those long drives, one thing that should be established as a major faux pas of road tripping is, don’t be a phone-talker. Do not get on the phone with your wife, your girlfriend, or your buddy and talk for thirty minutes. That means the music in the car needs to be turned down when you’re on the phone, conversations in the car can’t take place, and it makes the trip seem that much longer.
Ted DiBiase is a notorious phone-talker, and that is the worst. And he’s never talking to anyone important. It’s Jimmy from Iowa who he met at church when they were eleven, and they’ll talk for half an hour. Never anyone important. Never.
No Driver Necessary
Goldust
What people don’t realize is that us wrestlers are professionals when it comes to stunt driving.
I remember a long time ago I was driving from Fort Lauderdale back to Tampa and I was trying to catch up to Barry Windham. Barry was my mentor. He was in a car up ahead of me, and I was driving by myself in a big Lincoln Continental. So I’m driving and I see his car, then I slide over into the passenger side while keeping my left foot on the pedal and holding the steering wheel with my left knee. I’m going like eighty-five to ninety miles per hour, and I’m leaning my head against the passenger-side window with a newspaper in my hand while I pass him. I’m looking at the newspaper while trying to watch the road at the same time, and when I pull up beside him, Barry gave a double take because he couldn’t figure out who was driving the car. You had to see his face to believe it. It was really cool. I used to do that all the time and I always loved it. It used to freak people out. They’d be like, “If Dustin’s reading the paper, who is driving his car?”
The DibiDot
Beth Phoenix
In the attempt to entertain ourselves, we’ve gotten into the habit of raiding local gas stations for the most bizarre items we could find. It’s all about buying the most random stuff we could find at gas stations and rest stops. I don’t know where or how they got this, but Ted and Cody bought this rubber Koosh ball that looked like a dot with little eyes on it and some little rubber hair sticking out of the top. If you poke or punch this thing, a light starts to flash in the middle. So they hung this ball from the rearview mirror for this long loop we had, from Friday to Monday night, and it got lovingly named the DibiDot. It was in reference to DiBiase, and I don’t know why, but this strange rubber Koosh with little eyes and hair sticking up became the DibiDot. So then each weekend after that, we were on a mission to find more of these Koosh balls to hang from our mirror. But there were times when we bought cowboy hats and the weird Hawaiian bobble-head ladies for the dashboard, and maybe a pirate’s hat on one side and a buccaneer’s hat on the other. I remember this one time we found a Jeff Gordon air freshener. That was my favorite, because Jeff Gordon had this really strange look on his face and it was quite an interesting smell. And when we looked on the package, it didn’t even say what the smell was supposed to be, so I was like, “Hey, this smells like Jeff Gordon.”
That’s Not All We Buy
Ted DiBiase
Actually, when it comes to buying the most random item from a gas station or a truck stop, John Cena is the best. We’ll go to these huge truck stops where all the truckers stop and sleep, and you can find the strangest things you could ever imagine. Cena bought this massive Elvis painting one time, and we just put it in the front
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