If only it concerned equality or world peace or something.
I was the passenger in a car being driven at pace through suburban streets. By Harry. Who coincidentally was playing euphonium to a speaker phone in order to pass a music exam. His right hand was in the bell of his euphonium, french horn style (oo err), right elbow out the open window, leaving only his left to deal with steering, gear selection (manual car, or course) and instrumental fingering (oo errier).
Think I'll walk next time thanks Haz.