[ponyakr]

now the activities to which i am about to refer are those that i do not recommend that you attempt. also i say that i no longer participate in these type of activities. however this is an accurate account of the facts, & is presented here strickly for entertainment purposes. if you have been following my story, you by now know that i used to partake of the tasty beverage(from pass time on the speed channel) from time to time ('67-'76). thru the years we called it by many different names, such as, suds, brewsky, a cool one, etc. but to save space for this article, i'll call it "brew". somewhere back in the early '70's, somebody told me about a brew called coors, that tasted much better than my brand. so, i kept askin around til i found 1 that i could taste for myself. well, the rumor was true. it was much tastier than my brand. so i went to several brew shops to try & buy some. what i found out was, no coors was sold in La or any of the other gulf coast states. i'm reminded here of smokey & the bandit. do you remember what the snowman was haulin in the 18 wheeler? thats rite, a load of coors, takin it to a state that didn't sell it. so you see, this story is pontiac related. further inquiries revealed that the closest source was probably dallas, Tx. so i borrowed T.J.'s '68 camaro(a christmas present from hi school) & headed towards dallas. i stopped at a little brew store in a little town called terrell. i didn't even have to ask. there in the middle of the floor was the biggest stack of brew i had ever seen. it looked like the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. apparently this was the 1st chance on I-20 for all folks from the east to stock up on coors. the man asked how much i wanted, & i said "fill'r up". now this incident probably started my dislike of chevys, especially camaros. all we could stuff in was 15 cases(below eye level so the law wouldn't see), leaving room of course for the ice chest so i could refresh my self on the trip home. i remember saying to myself, "i ain't comin in this little thang anymore. its hardly worth the trip". so that was the 1 & only bootleg run for the camaro. my '68 cad was much better suited for brew runnin, 35 cases + a 2 case icechest. i never could talk anybody into makin a run with me, but when i got home they'd come runnin. never took a drop on the trip west, but comin home was a different story. i just set'r on the same speed as the flow of traffic, so as not to raise any suspisions & cruised on back in, sippin on a cold brew all the way. by the time i pulled in at our local bowling alley, i was feelin no pain. when i was spotted, the brew drinkers came runnin. hey, i ain't proud of it, but thats the way it was. by the way, let me add, i have not had 1 drop of brew since october of 1976. i remember 1 hot day in '77 i was workin on T.J.'s new bracket car & all of a sudden i got this overwhelming urge for a cold brew. so i got me a big drink of ice water & discovered that i was just thirsty. never have considered takin another sip