I spent many a day hanging out in the Mustang my dad did so much body work on.
Not to knock them, but my sisters listened to crap music. Country crap. I hated every second of that shit. Reba McIntyre and George Strait.. they are good singers, but I just couldn't freaking tolerate it.
So, being my rebel self, I would sneak off and get into the Mustang and listen to Twisted Sister and AC/DC until the battery died.
Sorry for the dead batteries Mom 'n Dad... was just trying to keep my sanity. :)