"I smell Bacon"...
"I smell Bacon"...
That's what we used to say in the 80s, and a cop was coming down the road near a gathering of us delinquents in a random parking lot.
Brings back memories of smelly exhaust from carbs running too rich, the smell of burning tires, cars jacked up in the rear and cody musk or stetson with aquanet that all the girls used to wear.
Now I know why my hair went away. Just too dang good I guess.