When I was a kid (18 or so) I was out with a buddy. It was around 2:00 AM and he was driving a 1970 Buick GS Stage-1 455. He had punched it going down a deserted business street, hit third gear and the right rear tire broke loose (from the car, broken lugs) passed us at a high rate of speed and headed straight for the huge plate glass display windows of a high end stereo and TV store.
I had visions of broken glass, TVs, stereos and talking to police.
Somehow, it hit the divider pillar between two windows and bounced back.


Contra todo mal, mezcal; contra todo bien, tambiƩn