Madonna: Can't Stop The Girl

HERE WE ARE on a nice drive down Cahuenga Boulevard — the journalist's rental wreck following Madonna's forty-plus-grand midnight-blue Mercedes sports coupe — and the journalist is thinking that if there's one reliable fact in the weed patch of speculation, infotainment and infrared-scope surveillance surrounding Madonna over the past thirty-six months of precipitate celebrity, it's that after intensive lessons she's had her license for little more than a year, and some California cracker of a driving instructor in a string tie no doubt told her how important prudence is to any driver, especially one who represents such a ghastly big pile of future income as she... it's a red light —