I was riding my bike around Lake Tahoe with some friends a couple of summers ago. On the west shore there are lots of coves with parking areas where you can see the rocks below the surface of the crystal clear waters and we were talking of stopping for a swim.
At one spot we heard the distinctive BOOM, BOOM, BOOM back beat of mindless hip hop ghetto noise blasting from quivering stereo speakers. As we rounded the curve we came a upon a parking turn out where six or seven wildly painted low rider cars were parked with doors and trunks open. The people I saw were tattooed top to bottom, wearing low hitched baggy pants, chain necklaces, headbands pulled down to their eye brows or ball caps skewed sideways on their heads as they drank from beverages wrapped in brown paper bags. I have never seen anything so out of place. That image comes back to me now and then.
I still can't imagine why they would drive all the way to the mountains to act like they were in an alley in Oakland. I can't imagine they were enjoying the beautiful surroundings.