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I like my music pretty loud as well. I have to block out my own singing truth be told. That being said, I was sitting at a stop sign today and the guy behind me had the bass thumping so hard that it was rattling my trunk, my seat and was shaking my rear view mirror.
I recognized the song. I like the song, but if I didn't enjoy it ten feet away, how in the world did this guy?
Warning anecdote...
My old roommate spent like $2000 over two weeks putting a killer sound system in his Grand Am, which wouldn't have been so bad, if he hadn't been barely making his share of the bills as it was.
Pretty extensive stuff as he had to take out the back seat (It sat in the front room until he moved out) just to fit the damn box in his car. He used it exclusively for cruising around on Friday night and impressing his co-workers when he pulled in to work. I had to ride with him for about a week, while my truck was in the shop and, swear to god, he actually halted a conversation we were having mid-sentence to turn on his radio because we were about a mile away from work.
The most ridiculous? He had a remote control to the stereo. Mounted on his dash that he used exclusively to dick with the radio, which was less than a foot away. So, he would have to reach up right above the radio face to grab the remote, drop his arm back to the armrest, dick with the stereo, reach back up and put the remote back.
Knobs are sooooo ghetto....
I made fun him mercilessly for a long....long time.
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