Just cause its part of the story, after graduating, barely, from school. BTW when I was there I needed to source a part from a local dealer, it was a petcock which turns fuel off and on on a motorcycle. Some chick answers the phone and hangs up on me after I ask for a petcock. Three calls later a dude answers laughing.

Anyway on the way home I picked up a weirdo hitchhiker and unfortunately told him how far I was going. He was scary, I told him I was sleepy and had to get a room, dropped him off at an exit and got right back on. I watched every car that passed me all the way home.

Here is a story of the first time I ever heard them. I was 16 driving a pinto to daytona beach to go to motorcycle school. I had a 1/4 lb of wahakin under the back seat and 19 joints rolled. ( I figured one for every hour). I had the new rush cassette. Fly by night. I picked up a couple of (like me) long haired hitchhikers. They had never heard rush before so I turned them on to it. They had new shit called aerosmith and turned me on to it. Shit was different and better back then.

As an aside I went to the first willie nelson fourth of july festival, there were dudes out there yelling " watermelon, cantalope, windowpane!) Shit we were smokin in front of cops.