I'll share the PG version of one story
@Chevy
I can't remember how old I was... lets say 21
. We had put this big lift and tires and all kinds of stuff on a friend's F350 his step-dad gave him. We decided that weekend we needed to go out on the town to show it off. Couple of us met up it was kind of a mixed group of guys and girls that hung out a lot at that time. After a short while we decided we needed head south to greener pastures. We grabbed some clothes and refreshments and headed south. I'll never forget going over the big bridge at Corpus... windows down... like 7 people piled in this truck... with Roger Creager's Long Way to Mexico blaring... at like 11pm. That ended up being as far as we made it south. We made the rounds from bars, to the beach, to skinny dipping in a friend's condo pool, and more. Another thing that still sticks in my mind was watching the sun came up on a pier, with all of us laid out on a pile, wearing the same clothes on we started the night in, listening to Corpus Christi Bay by Robert Earl Keen. It was just a total last minute, fly by the seat of your pants, kind of wild weekend that you couldn't have planned if you tried and probably couldn't redo (probably shouldn't redo).
To this day if one of those songs comes on its like going back in time. I can't can't help but roll the window down and crank it up.
So a couple days ago I'm riding with two Border Patrol guys and Long Way to Mexico comes on and I can barely focus.
I'm trying not to sing... and smile... and doing my best to listen still. It's crazy what music can do to you.
On a side note, that guy rolled that truck multiple times the next weekend and was very fortunate to make it out with minor injuries.
Truck was totalled.