Favorite moment with music in your car.

I got my driver license @ the beginning of 1971.

Aside from 8 track tapes of "A space in Time", Almond Brother's @ the Fillmore, Johnny Winter,  Santana, Procal Harem et cetera I have fond memories of listening to Beaker Street late @ night while returning from concerts in neighboring cities, states and Canada.

I recall receiving it clearly as far North as 100 miles into Canada during a major rain storm (ended up staying there after attending a concert in St. Paul, MN. as opposed to a grueling drive back to Des Moines).

The people we were staying with (met them @ the concert) said that they had never picked the station up near their home before.

Think is was the same station (maybe not) but I also recall "the night tripper" along with a repeated segment of trippy music - though not certain if it was Dr. John.

DeKay

Sorry, not in a car, not even involving a stereo.  But I'm posting anyway.

My remember-forever moment came at a live listening experience. The Saratoga Performing Arts Center hosted the Philadelphia Orchestra every summer when I was younger and one season, Ormandy scheduled a concert with the group Oregon.

I still remember the band playing "Distant Hills" on stage with the Philadelphians. A beautiful rendition of a composition so well suited for orchestration. And the stunning, open-air acoustics of the SPAC amphitheater also certainly played a part in the quality of the experience.

But my personal key moment came toward the end, as the piece was slowly building to a climax, when a solo trumpet unexpectedly assumed the main melodic line. It’s impossible for a forum posting to truly convey the emotion impact of that moment -- the perfect phrasing and timbre, the expressiveness of the arrangement -- sorry. I still get carried away. I still mourn the fact that these shows were not, to my knowledge, recorded.

Today, even after 35 years, whenever I play Oregon’s "Distant Hills" album on my stupidly expensive stereo, I’m always reminded of that sublime moment. The studio recording is beautiful enough, especially when reproduced on a high-end system. But nothing will ever equal that live experience.

1976. Cruising to Warren Dunes (Michigan) in my '73 GrandAm listening to the Motor City Madman on cassette full blast on the way up. Allman Brothers and Santana on the way home.

A post from 2018:

Weather report: A Remark you Made (heavy weather) and I am transported back to a moonlit night sometime around 1984 driving a 1976 Monte Carlo with Heavy Weather in the 8-track, accelerating up the on ramp from 422 in Girard Ohio, getting on to I-80 West, past the dark, disused steel mills in the bright moonlight. The song sounded slower and sadder then. 

In mid 80's finally decided to make the big move to leave Boston.  Checked a U.S, map to see how far away it was possible to get from Boston.  On the map it was clear, San Diego was the furthest away.  Quit my job, bought a new car,and John Mellencamp, Steve Winwood, and Creedence tapes.

Played them non-stop on the 2 week drive through New Orleans, Texas, across the Rockies, to San Diego.  Best decision I ever made...