Trans Am

 Trans Am.       Once upon a time at a party long ago, somewhere between Silt, Colorado and Grand Junction we ran out of beer.  It was about 2:00 A.M. and the liquor stores were all closed.  There was a guy there with a really nice car that I was sure was very fast.  I did have my own car there but just wanted to drive his, so I decided to volunteer to make a beer run.  The others not realizing the time all agreed that a beer run was definitely a good idea.  I said to the guy, “hey, why don’t you let me take your car”.  After all, I was leaving my car there, along with the friends that I had brought with me.  He was like ,”alright”, I think realizing that he himself had, had a little bit too much to drink to be out driving around late at night.  I invited a friend to go along with me and off we went.  The liquor store was closed but I just wanted to drive the car and it was very fast.  There really was nowhere to go but how could we return without any beer?  I know, Utah isn’t that far away, maybe we can get beer there.  We’ll just drive really fast so maybe we won’t be gone too long.  They may be mad at first but when they get something more to drink they will get over it.  Anyway, Utah was a lot further than we realized.  Somewhere in between the two states I got a ticket.  The cop gave me a break and cited me for going 90 miles an hour when actually it was closer to 120.  When we finally came to a town there were liquor stores but none were open.  Who would know that in Utah  they don’t sell liquor on Sunday?  Gotta get beer, can’t go back without it!  So, on to Wyoming we go.  By now we are tired, out of speed and still no beer.  What are we going to do?  It’s been a couple of days and by now the party back home is long over and everyone has gone home, except for the owner of the Trans Am.  I don’t even think I left him my keys.  We needed to come up with a plan, although I do not think the plan had anything to do with returning the car just yet.  Before we could even possibly do anything like that we would have to get a hold of some  more speed so we would have the energy to do anything.  Anyway, long story short, my friend got arrested, the car got impounded and I had to buy plane tickets so that the original owner could retrieve his car.  I skipped a lot of crazy detail but maybe next time.