It’s Friday, about 4:38 pm. I can hear the six-pack of Sierra Nevada in my fridge at home. It needs me, all six of them. They’re screaming my name.
And then something else starts wailing, a few things actually. Sixteen cylinders worth of boosted metal just rolled into the garage….on a Friday…at 4:38 pm. What kind of lunatic does that? I need to get a picture of this just for the records.
Three hours later we shut the lights off.