Haha that’s cray cray. To piggyback on your driving story, 2 of my friends and I drove from Tulsa to Dallas in 1994 (I think) for Lollapalooza when it still traveled. Was a great lineup— Parliament Funkadelic, Nick Cave & the Bad Seeds, Beastie Boys, Shonen Knife, Breeders, L7, Tribe, others I’m forgetting or simply didn’t like (maybe Red Hot Chili Peppers [edit: was Smashing Pumpkins, not Peppers — I liked Gish but Billy Corgan always seemed like a ******]).
Anyhoo, we drove back late that night, 4 hour drive, almost entirely rural and no surrounding lights. For some reason I got designated to drive and my friends fucked off to sleep. Somewhere around Weatherford, Oklahoma at 2 AM, my friend in the passenger seat jerks awake, screams ‘You’re gonna kill us!’, grabs and turns the steering wheel, and puts us into an involuntary doughnut. Somehow I managed to steer the car (his Mom’s car, btw) true and back into the correct lane (there was no oncoming traffic anyway) and kept us from cartwheeling Michael Bay-style into a ditch and certain death.
By this point, obviously we were all awake. We all just kind of sat there in stunned silence until my friend in the back said ‘Go back to sleep, Russ.’
Russ did and on we went.