-A 10+ year roadtrip thread thanks almost entirely to Dave Rinck, the secret hero of this prose.-
Back in ’82 we went to see the Stones at the LA coliseum with Werner Cook. That’s Dave Rinck, Werner (none of you will remember him I’m sure…punk rock tournament tennis star…really) and me, in Dave’s Mom’s white proto SUV. On the way up we stopped for cash in San Juan Capistrano. We had an enourmous bag (like a huge trash bag size) full of popcorn in the back of the truck. We found a pink ’65 rambler in the parking lot with the doors unlocked. So we did what anyone would do…we filled the car with popcorn, released the parking brake, put it in neutral and pushed it out into traffic without a driver.
We drove off without watching to see what might happen.
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