In those years we were all boozers. Country drinkin everybody still lived at mom and pops place, the only place we had away from them was our cars. So we would all pile into the super nova 72 my car 4 door 6 banger 3 in tree, or the space ship super star 70 grand marquis 428 or 9 can’t remember, the monte 73 monte 350 and numerous other which all had names. Standin around chip stand, take out burger joint, someone would yell out party at the bridge. We’d all jump in our cars go buy a 2 four and head out. Got bon fire going, speaker’s on roof of car tunes cranked party on. Cops never really bothered us, never left a mess all bottles came home in trunk, no one around to ***** about music, happy days.
