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Text courtesy of Heritage Halton Hills. Esquesing Historical Society Now before I say anoth- er word, let me go on re- cord saying two of my greatest weaknesses are cars and music. And, as expected, I also enjoy high performance automotive audio systems. Having said that, I had to shake my head recently as I pulled in the local coin-op car wash, to relieve my F150 of a coat of salt and sand acquired from the re- cent sloppy weather. As I started soaping down my truck, I heard it. Actually, it might be more accurate to say I 'felt' it. A young guy in a cus- tomized Honda Civic pulled into the bay beside me, with his stereo system playing. Well, perhaps I should say his stereo sys- tem was self-destructing. BOOM, BOOM, BOOM...... My guts were vibrating. There was a ringing in my ears that I couldn't stand, and I swear the wa- ter on my truck was liter- ally vibrating off into the air. And I was outside of his car! I expected him to emerge from the car, blood running down each side of his head with his eardrums blown to hell and his eyeballs next in line. (In fact, I secretly wished it...) If that weren't bad enough, he left the sound system pumping out subsonic sound waves all the time he washed his car. I really had to wonder how he could wash it. Let's face it, the laws of physics would enter into it, making the water repel from the paint's finish be- fore it even hit, simply with the sound waves fighting the water spray. As I said from the start, I love a good sound system in the car, and I admit I have been known to play it loud when I'm out on the road, alone and not both- ering anyone. Both my Mustang and F150 have factory stereo systems, but both also boast the Premium Sound option, which is pretty sweet. It can be played loud if I want to, but even at lower, more moderate levels, it's pretty clean sound. I cranked up the Mus- tang system to the max one time, to the point where my rearview mir- ror started to vibrate. I just wanted to see what it could do. I didn't leave it at that level for long. I cannot for the life of me imagine driving with music that loud. (I figure if your rear view mirror's image is vibrat- ing, that's the first sign it might be too loud.) This kid's system was actually hurting my ears, and vibrating my innards to the point of feeling un- comfortable. I've read about California kids hav- ing competitions where they take their cars equipped with their high- output sound systems, park them along a beach, and see who can set off the earthquake sensors. This guy parked next me would likely be in the running. Geez, he was cre- ating a mini earthquake right in the car wash bay. I wondered to myself what pleasure there was in sitting in a car with the volume to the point where your tooth fillings are rat- tling. On top of that, what about hearing loss? I fin- ished rinsing, backed out of the bay and beat a hasty retreat to a quieter spot. I thought how this kid reminded me of the scene in the 1987 movie, Good Morning, Vietnam, where 'Bob from artillery' calls in his request to unortho- dox disc jockey Adrian Cronauer (played by Rob- in Williams) stationed in Saigon in 1965 during the Vietnam War. "So we're taking some requests this morning, and the first person call- ing in is Bob from artil- lery," says Cronauer. "Hel- lo there Bob in artillery, what do ya wanna hear?' asks Cronauer. "I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU PLAY," yells Bob in reply, "JUST PLAY IT LOUD!!!!" - Ted Brown is a free- lance writer for the Georgetown Independent and can be reached at tedbit@hotmail.com. OPINION If your rearview mirror is vibrating, it's probably too loud Sometimes the music is too damn loud, laments Ted Brown TED BROWN Column Call me old fashion or whatever you want. I was born just after the Second World War. I have a hard wired, home phone. My older cellphone is used to make calls as needed. I physically turn lights on and off. No smart TV or other devices. I actually cut my grass and shovel or used my snowblower when needed. I was involved with building and using com- puters and writing code back in the early computer days. I watched an old Walt Disney movie called WALL-E. It struck a note with me with regards to the future. With all of the new "energy saving things" be- ing developed, I can see us being the people on the space ship. No need to walk, there are devices to either do that with you or for you. Self driving vehi- cles, no need to learn how to drive for when the vehi- cle systems fail. No need to get up to turn on the coffee maker, other devices or turn on or off the lights. Just use verbal or electron- ic commands. No need to be able to write, sign legal docu- ments or read. There are apps for that. No need to go to work, work from home in your pyjamas. I foresee a large number of people who can- not/will not physically move themselves or ex- pend energy or seldom leave the house. There will be folks to shop for their food, deliver it and even cook it. I am sad at the thought of my grandkids or their kids not knowing the value of reading, writing, walk- ing and observing real things for themselves. The pleasure of physically play- ing baseball or other sports instead of playing comput- er based generated "things." A new world of second- hand experiences. Bryan Thompson Reader prefers the good old days