Rock And Rolling Down The Highway

Yesterday as Eli and I were heading for Iowa I found a rock station for us. Hey, I'm old, but not that old. I on occasion enjoy a head-banger song or two--if the singer isn't screaming, that is.
We hit on a particularly fun song and Eli yells above the volume (not that old, remember?),
"Yeah! Rockin' out to KORN!"
Then a pause.
"In a mini-van pulling a camper!"
"Yeah!"