Stop in for a cup of coffee

In my early 20s I was. Dunes buggy race just over the Nevada border near Vegas. Me an my homie gonna pit for numerous racers. We borrow my Dad's F100 shorty with camper shell and load it up with tools, and spares. The quick jacks we used were just 1 1/2" tubing with a 90° bend at one end with a cross piece at that end, picked up buggies and baja bugs no problem, but too long for the camper so we leave the door and wall for the camper at home. We get to Crappy Pappy's Oasis in Jean Nevada to spend the night before we go to the race track next day. Unload half the stuff, room for 1 sleeping bag, homie took that spot, I take front seat of the truck. Unexpectedly :lol: it rains on us that night. Homie gets soaked from the knees down :lol:.