We live across the street from a drug & alcohol rehab center. Apparently everyone in there know someone with a Harley with straight pipes; all hours of the day and night, folks are coming and going out of the place. True to "I have a complex" nature, they need to tear-ass out of the drive and onto my street.

During college, a buddy and I bought a big Cadillac with a 472 and several exhaust leaks for $50. We took it out for a test run, and got pulled over for noise (and issued a ticket to boot). As we sat there waiting to the cop to finish writing out the citation, a gaggle of Harleys with straight pipes launched hard from a stoplight not 30 feet from us. My friend and I looked at each other dumbfounded as the cop didn't raise an eyebrow.

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1992 300D 2.5T
1980 Euro 300D (sadly, sold)
1998 Jetta TDI, 132K "Rudy"
1974 Triumph TR6
1999 Saab 9-5 wagon (wife's)