Man those were some wild times. I was just a baby faced kid. You remember that time we were running out to Elk City Oklahoma? We were coming through Memphis hammered down. About 2 clicks from the river we made contact. You were dodging bubbles and donks while I was lighting them boxes up. We had the hustle and flow soundtrack playing on a PA system wired to a cobra 25.
We could just see the top of the pyramid as we crested the hill. We could tell they had the river bridge barricaded with piggly wiggle trucks. I didn’t know how we were going to get out of there.
But I forgot my buddy @High Stepper used to coach JJ da boss in wiffle ball. JJ couldn’t have been more than 14 at the time, but his momma had a mint Buick grand national, even then that boy could race.
Anyhow ol’ stepper cut the wheel and with JJ running the front door we made it to president’s island where a barge carried us over to west Memphis. I think we lost about 20 minutes which we had done made up before we got to lone oak.