My brothers and I would start driving to school when we got old enough, but sharing a Volkswagon Beatle with our various extracurricular activities meant having to still take the bus a lot. For the entire five years (and presumably longer) Barb always wore the same orange down vest. And she only played one 8-track tape. Over and over and over. Every day. For five years.
I'm sure kids today would be amused by the concept of a song track fading out mid-song, hearing the player click to the next track, and the song fading back on. To this day I can't listen to Boston without smiling when the track doesn't flip where it's supposed to.