What about a banjo?
That gets you pig squealin ;)
My boyfriend in high school picked banjo very well. I was so in love with him. I remember one crisp fall day meandering up scenic coastal Highway One to Monterey, me behind the wheel in his gigantic landyacht Buick convertible with the top down, him kicked-back in the big passenger seat, all relaxed, picking banjo and playing fabulous tunes as the scenery rolled by.
"An enchanted moment ..."