When living in Brisbane I would go driving in my mother's car with the music up loud, singing along at the top of my lungs. Quite probably very badly.
There was a lovely circle of roads near Redland Bay. Hilly and curvy with rolling green fields and trees, a winery and picturesque cows. Sometimes I'd just drive the circuit for an hour or so. Sometimes I would drive out of town around Maleny and the Glasshouse Mountains. Those black and white cows are so funky looking.
There was just a tape deck in the car then.
The best of Harry Belafonte used to get a go now and then.
The things I used to do to Kate Bush songs was probably criminal.