May it afflict intermittent left-channel outages, and an audiophile neighbor who lives for operetta, on the gormless enthusiasts who maladjust the audio in the car-share cars so everything sounds like a Bad Hair Band.
Modern car-audio systems are tuned by professionals to sound reasonable out of the box. Maybe you like a little more punch in the bass, good on ya. Maybe you’re listening to talk radio in a staticky zone, you want to lift the mid-range and back off the treble; who could object?
But what is the pervasive pathology that leaves approximately 50% of all car-share vehicles with the bass and treble cranked right up, and the fader dialed to the back-seat? Maybe they’re using the music for vibrational dandruff therapy? Maybe it’s the right way to listen to Nickelback? Maybe I have a nemesis who spies on my reservations and sneaks around to sabotage the sound just before I get in?
I have learned to Fix The Sound in the parking spot before I mind-meld with the rush-hour. Because I care about good sound, but not enough to die for it.