Our oldest son had a Toyota.  He drove himself and his sister to school. It was almost an hour drive there and an hour drive back home.  He spent money to put a sound system that rocked the car.  It cost more than the used Toyota did.

There were toll booths everywhere in Florida.  This one cost two bucks to vault over the major bridge en route.  He cranked up the volume as he paid the toll.  It was a song they liked, with a beefed up base.

He did not see the squad car at the toll booth.  As soon as he pulled onto the bridge the squad car cruised behind him with lights and siren.  Our son did not hear the siren, but eventually saw the lights.

The police officer was pissed.  He told my son to get out of the car, which he did.  “How old are you?” he asked my daughter.  She was fourteen.  “Are you with this man of your own free will?”  She said, “Ummm…yeah.  He’s my brother.”

The officer patted my son down, and took his wallet from my son’s hand.  He saw that my son was seventeen.  “DO YOU KNOW HOW LOUD YOU WERE PLAYING MUSIC?”  My son shook his head.  “IT RATTLED MY CAR WINDOWS!”  He ripped a ticket out for a sound violation.  One thing was sure, that song was no longer their favorite song.