You know the moment. All is peaceful, the radio is playing some crap music that you've heard too many times. Then it happens, the first recognizable notes of a Stones song and all hell breaks loose.

My moment was in 1981. All of 16 and just got my driving license. I picked up my best bud for an afternoon of hanging at the local mall. 2 houses down from his the first few sandpaper notes of Little T & A started on the radio. In a move that I still can't fully recall I both reached to turn up the volume and did some sort of fist pump, causing my large Ford cruiser to swerve and plow into the back of a parked car. My first words were "My car, my parents are going to kill me". My friend's were "My head, it's bleeding"! Needless to say I had some explaining to do to many adult figures that day.