There was a time... long long ago... when my darling husband could talk for hours about his all-time favorite band, Rush. He idolized Geddy Lee, was fascinated with Alex Lifeson and sometimes I think he truly wanted to be Neil Peart.
And then there was that whole Rush concert where I got drunk and he let me pass out on his shoulder... but that's another story.
Thankfully his tastes in conversation have evolved.
But deep down inside... he's still a die-hard Rush man. That's why this commercial is all about him. Tape a small camera into Greg's FJ and this is what you'd eventually get.
(PS - Hey Greg, it's a quarter to eight....)