Loud stereos are the bane of college campuses, at least mine. Nothing is worse than being 11 stories up with your windows open on a hot spring night trying to sleep and having to hear and FEEL Crunk Juice word for word blasting from Joe Dumbass' subs. Or having the Ying Yang Twins pumped through your bowels from a moron two doors down.
Don't get me wrong though. I love music, especially metal. I just bought Vader's Revelations album, and you bet I was driving around town yesterday afternoon letting everyone know.
The problem I have with loud stereos is when I am physically discomforted by your attempts to blow me out of my own space. My girlfriend lives on a main street in town, and dozens of times a day you can feel the floor shaking in her living room while we're trying to watch whatever Judge ____ show is on Fox.
I just think of it as a bell on a cat, or in this case a huge neon sign over your car that says "I'm an idiot, and I'm heading your way."