It can be if it's Stockhausen...

Cars are ridiculously easy to drive these days. In my dad's old Vauxhall Viva, the car I passed my test in fifty years ago, if you were doing seventy you knew you were going fast. The car didn't feel especially stable, it was noisy, the suspension wasn't great and the steering was a bit iffy. The roads were often not up to much either. The M6 was an eight-mile stretch of two-lane dual carriageway cutting out Preston, and other than that the roads were an adventure. Driving took up all your attention. Modern cars at seventy give you the illusion that you're hardly moving at all, and it's quiet and smooth and all the controls are so easy. You can be deluded into thinking that your brain has plenty of capacity left for doing things such as making phone calls. It's true that other activities can be equally distracting - kids in the back, channel-surfing the radio, eating a sandwich, etc - but that's no reason to add another entirely optional distraction such as using a phone. Actually, when it comes to dangerous distractions, nothing comes close to selecting and changing a CD.