Most pleasing sound vs most hifi sound


Hi folks, I came to the conclusion that in fact I love the sound that is emanating from car audio. While driving I'm enjoying a live broadcast of an opera through the car audio and sometimes I think it is even better than the home audio system. I'm an audiophile who ownes a serious rig but everytime I'm listening to a system or attending some hi end demo the most pleasing sound to my ears is the one that is reminiscent of the car audio sound, of course with the usual high end characteristics as palpability, resolution, midrange liquidity, impact/slam, soundstage and treble smoothness. Does this sound ridiculous? Am I starting to have some hearing impairment?

Chris
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Rodman, if you had to live about a hundred yards down the street from a biker bar, you would not think the exhaust note from a Harley was the sound of freedom. It was the sound of torture for my wife and me. We had to sell our home and move to escape the "freedom", and to keep our sanity. Try listening to your home system with those bikes constantly tearing up the neighborhood, with ninety percent of them taking out the baffles to make them even louder. They say they do it to make drivers of cars know when they are coming. But you don't hear the noise until they are going away, since it's coming out the back of the exhaust. The sound of "freedom"? The sound of "Hey,look at me."
Rodman, I hear ya! There's another group that fit right in with your louder/longer/shorter group, and that's the ones in the trucks that think they have a tough vehicle because it makes alot of noise. They floor it and think it's really movin', but it's just another few tons of slow moving loud, obnoxious, noise. As far as feeling sorry for them, I just feel they're a sorry lot.
My wife and I moved from Wisconsin to Michigan to get away from that noisy area. We built a nice place out in the country, and wouldn't you know it, some of the same crap moved in a couple miles down the road. At least it's not constant. And the most ironic part, is that the fella who had the loudest bike back there in Wisconsin was the guy who bought our house!