I like to think that Kenny literally kicks tires. Like, he has this small collection of tires that he keeps somewhere in his office, and every day he kicks them. Then he wonders why no one is calling, so he tries kicking them again, this time with the other foot. You get the idea.
I like to think of my Ken Holland with giant angel wings and singing lead vocals for Lynyrd Skynyrd with like an angel band, and I'm in the front row and I'm hammered drunk.