That's nothing. When I was 10 years old my family was camping and for fun I decided to try driving the family car around the campsite (without permission of course). Well I backed it into a tent pole that my dad had secured with a long piece of steel wire. Then I pulled forward and banged into the neighbor's trailer. For some reason the tent pole, with wire attached, had got wedged into the rear bumper and dragged along, and with the same luck, the sheet metal on the neighbor's Airstream had made an unholy union with the rusty bit of fender up at the front of the car. As the adults ran up to the site of the carnage, they stopped in their tracks as they clearly hear "Moon River" emanating from the aluminum wall of that Airstream.
When I finally recovered from my punishment, I had acquired a new and perhaps twisted interest in the magic of radio.