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Originally posted by Replaced_Texan
When I was a kid, my parents used to fix "to go" cups of gin and tonics for any trip of 100 miles or more. I was under the impression that it was a fairly common practice in the 70s and 80s.
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I remember driving with four buds across TX, high as kites, long-haired, loaded for party, and sort of in mortal terror of the infamous anti-liberal Texan po-lice.
I had a beer up to my lips as we rounded a slow curve. There sits a Ranger (?) staring right at me from his front seat, about fifteen feet away.
Hearts stop. Hands tremble. I'm sure one of us, at least, peed in our pants a little bit. Midnight Express, here we come.
Ranger raises his own beer, salutes us with it, and pulls out, going the other way.
