Kids nowadays

:rofl:Sometimes it's a curse to be gifted in that sort of way. 2 AM on a Sunday morn, I had just got home from working swing shift at a Chevron Station in Barstow, had to be back to open the place at 6. Dad comes into the bedroom, rattles the bed like the Sylmar eartquake, "come on, we gotta go get your little sister's car. It's in a sand wash out by Rainbow Basin and I know you know the way". Sure enough, she had done her Evil Knevel imitation into a washout across the road to one of the local desert party spots. Never did find all the hub caps, 2 flats, muffler barely hangin on. Got back just in time to get into my blue Chevron suit and hustle off to work. He pulled me out of a sand wash or two, I was just payin it back.