Testosterone.

We walked to the library today, and we were about to cross a street when we saw a mean little sports car (type unknown) turning across the road. It's driver pulled out of the corner so fast that he fishtailed into the other lane and almost hit a tree. He and a friend parked the car and got out and were laughing and trying to say something to us. We smirked at them and kept walking. Switchfoot sounds much better than testosterone packed teenage boys trying to impress random strangers.