i have similar memories from hanging out on our ‘bullshit corner’ until 1 or 2 am every Friday and Saturday night, then off to a secret spot for races…. Good ole days.
You got that right, as getting some of those crazy bitches to leave you alone afterwards wasn’t easy.:D
I literally pushed one out of the door of my Roadrunner in a rainstorm once.
Oh wait, that was my first Wife.
