My wife and I are strolling back to our car after watching the sun set over the island of Catalina. Sounds peaceful, but this is PCH we’re talking about. To that extent, we are standing at a street corner and there are 3 very loud motorcycles waiting to turn in front of us. The type of loud that set off a car alarm for a truck parked on the opposite side of the street. Meanwhile, the motorcycles also have boomboxes on their bikes, blasting away so they can hear it over the din.

The song they are playing?  Sounds of Silence.  I kid you not.