On the way in to work today, I was tailgated by a Durango for about 12 miles. She was close enough* that I could clearly see her laughing at whatever was on the radio. On a hunch I turned on Howard Stern and, sure enough, that's what she was listening to.
* In more concrete terms, her bumper filled my entire rear-view mirror, except at the bottom. The bottom of the bumper was high enough that I could see under it ... over the back of my trunk.