Donna Bentley wears a suit and commutes 45 minutes one way to her job as an assistant district attorney in New Bedford, yet something her children find criminal happens when she gets behind the wheel of her minivan: She sometimes transforms into Cher.
"Do you believe in life after love?" she sings passionately along with the thumping music. "I can feel something inside me say, I really don't think you're strong enough now."
Bentley, of Mansfield, joins cadres of working people who live double lives; they are among the untold numbers who rock out like Jon Bon Jovi in their Toyota Camrys, rage as Pink in their Ford Tauruses, or croon like Smokey in their Priuses.
A form of whistling our way to work, singing in the car, experts say, is a primal urge rooted in impulses scientists don't fully understand. But if our Neanderthal forebears hummed merrily as they dragged a carcass across the savannah - and scientists think they did - that same urge is alive and kicking today.
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