(Original photo stolen from mrbinfv on Flickr)
After driving the Camaro around for two years using only the rear stereo speakers, I finally got the cracked front ones replaced in time for my road trip north. It didn't cost much -- at least not monetarily.
The manager handed me the car keys and told me, "Wait a week or so before you really rock it." Hmm... a breaking-in period for stereo speakers? No problem -- I don't play my music very loudly anyway. I walked out to the car, got in, and turned the key.
I regained consciousness lying face-down about 30 feet from the car. All the windows were broken, the paint had peeled off, and the car itself seemed to have melted and re-formed as some sort of Plymouth (most of which have broken windows and no paint anyway). Well, the new speakers definitely worked. However, if they needed breaking in, it appeared that the installer had been accomplishing just that, before shutting down the car without turning the volume down. Either he forgot, or he had a twisted sense of humor.
(Original Photo stolen from samwilkinson on Flickr)
That's not the worst part: when I turned on the ignition, the radio happened to be playing something by Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers. SOMEBODY out there has a twisted sense of humor.
(Original photo stolen from these guys)