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Come on Rock, let us hear it
Since you asked.
When I was going to school I had a roommate that raced motorcycles. The organization he belonged to raced at Texas World in CS, a track in Cresson, Tulsa, and Oak Hill just outside of Longview. I got a job working the front gate of these races; taking peoples money, having liability waivers signed, ect.
There was a total of three of us that traveled to these races. The buddy that raced, another roommate that worked the gate too, and me. Staying in a Motel 6 was always our last option, we'd stay with a local racer if we could arrange it. When we were in Longview we'd always stay with Ben Spies.
One weekend Ben wasn't going to be at his house, but was hanging out with a guy that owned a place on lake Cherokee. The guy happened to be an Ag and once he heard about us insisted that we stay the weekend there. We got there Friday night, had a couple beers, then went to bed. Things were great.
Saturday evening as we come back from work there are quite a few cars in the driveway and there's a party going on at the house. On of the vehicles in the driveway is an old school bus. The guy that owns bus is about 5'7", wearing a camel colored shiny leather coat and a fedora. He claims that he is a stunt double for Brad Pitt. He was probably lying, but it doesn't really matter. I don't remember his name, so I'll refer to him as BP. He ran his mouth all evening, but was enjoyable to be around. He had a twin brother there too that acted just like him.
We decide to go into Longview to have a beer, so of course we took the one vehicle that can haul everyone who wanted to go. They had taken all the seats out of the bus, and had about four leather couches in there that weren't bolted down. BP was driving, and he had his beer bottle in one of those oldman swinging cup holders up by the driver's window. It could easily be seen from outside, but this guy didn't give a crap. He said a cop won't pull over a school bus. He said that several times that night.
We went to a Karaoke bar and I sang Suspicious Minds and did some one armed push ups on stage. I got a standing ovation, but I suspect people were laughing more at me than with me. Then we went to Graham's Central Station and danced with some Mexicans. As Graham's closed we were sitting in and around the bus drinking beer in the parking lot. BP is sitting in the back emergency exit of the bus when a guy in a uniform walks up and knocks on the side door of the bus. BP jokingly yelled, "that's a good way to get your ass kicked." Turns out it was just a security guard and not a real cop. We got our stuff packed and left.
One of the guys wanted to buy some cigarettes so we stop at an EZ Mart. There are about seven or eight of us in the bus when a fairly hot looking single mom pulls in the parking lot. Her curiosity got the best of her, and within a minute she's in the bus with us. She wants to know who we are and what we do, so we tell her we're in a band. She wants to know what band, so we tell her we are The Toadies. She bought it. One guy walked up behind her and put his hands down her front pockets. He keeps pushing down until her jeans start moving down over her hips. She's just standing there letting him do this. Just as we're about to see her front crack, she turns to him and says, "I can tell you have no respect for women." He says, "you're right" and pulls his hands out. She gets back in her car and leaves, then the guy who had his hands in her pockets opens his hands and shows us a lighter, two dollar bills, and a tube of lipstick. I have no idea why he did that.
The night ends with us getting back to the house just in time to leave for work the next morning. Needless to say we were miserable the next day and had to take turns sleeping in the pickup.