ACDC was blaring out the rolled down window of the navy blue ‘57 Chevy. Inside the passenger’s side window was a father’s worst nightmare. His 19-year-old daugher, cigarette in hand, just a’crusin’. In the driver’s side, oddly enough, was a nice-looking guy. Just because he listened to ACDC was no reason for ol’ Daddy to consider him a bad guy. The car was bouncing without hydraulics from the volume of ACDC . It was brilliant.