I like the notion of it all

I remember when none of us (the greasy crew I rode with)had a watch,We slept till We woke up,ate when We wanted,the bar was open by the time We got there and the Bouncers would tell us when it was time to leave (wich was sometimes before closing time).Wish I was back down there I would love to blast the shovel along with you (sorry to say I still have my shifter intact but the vice graps are handy)