He probably just wouldn't let you drive... he's heard the story...
I drive 10 hours straight, stop for gas... hand over the driving responsibilities to you for the last hour... and before you know it, I look over at you... you got both hands on the wheel, staring at your lap,... as we head towards the ditch....
(I'd pay for the box of beer, just to keep you outta the drivers seat!)
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There might be a timeline correction here, but I think that might have happened after the trip to the Nats in '08.
Besides, BMW was too busy sorting out the green skittles.![]()
I thought it was "what happens at Nats didn't happen"





























