Two buddies and I borrowed my parents car, and drove up to Blossom Music Center and saw this show:
https://www.setlist.fm/setlist/pink-floyd/1973/blossom-music-center-cuyahoga-falls-oh-43d72373.html I was 17. Getting near Blossom, we were stopped at a traffic light waiting to make a left turn, and a guy ran into us from behind. It was hard hit, and I remember searching for my glasses till I found them in the back seat. This was long before headrest were the norm.
The roads were a madhouse. Reminded me of the news coverage I saw of Woodstock (though obviously nowhere near that magnitude). The car was drivable, but we opted to park it and hitchhiked into the show. It took for-ev-errr to get there and involved hopping from one car to another for reasons I can't recall. As a result we were late for the show, and were just walking up to the crest of the hill to the amphitheater as the first pings of echos started. Something I will never forget. Had a seat, and were treated the entire DSOTM album. By that point I had swallowed the dark side kool aid, and it was glorious.
After the show, we hitchhiked back out. Same thing, jumping from car to car, and wandered around for about an hour before we found my parents car. It made it halfway home before it died, and I had to call my parents. They never gave me any grief about the accident. I woke up the next morning with a horrific stiff neck, went to the doctor to get checked out, and was deemed ok, but the other driver's insurance sent me a check big enough to buy my first real stereo. Marantz 1060,
Epicure EPI 50's, and a Philips 212 turntable.