My driving instructor was a huge fan of the Beatles and unabashedly sang all of their songs in the car, while I was trying to survive the highway for the first time in my life.
This instructor was also in outspoken disappointment of John Lennon, explaining to me that "Yoko had him sniffin the bad nasty," and that his solo stuff was bullshit. I kinda want to nod and agree cause like, this guy was there, but I don't know. I enjoy it.
Edit: Incase anyone was curious, I crashed that day but it was not my fault. I was sitting at a red light when a fat hummer t-boned our '08 Corolla, apparently trying to merge horizontally onto our lane via nuclear fusion with my vehicle. As a result, the driver received a ticket almost as heavy as the driver himself.