Four high school teens, one car and unlimited energy.  Many times when you find that combination you have a disaster in the making.  My nights never resulted in any disasters, just a lot of teen fun.  The others in the car included Jeff Baughn, Steve Boone and Conrad Haden.  We were all in band together and we were the high school stage crew.  I don't know how that happened, but we just seemed to take over.  Steve was a natural on stage crew.  A stage, some lights and a sound system, all he ever needed. He is one person that I can say that took advantage of the lessons taught by his father.  He was comfortable in building and in handling tools.   In that world at school, we were comfortable.  There was no limit to the situations we created.  

Steve was usually the driver, in his dad's blue, early 70's, Chevy Nova.   Night rides, drinking beer, playing foosball,  blue lights, great music.  I often thought Steve had a natural calling as a stock car driver.  He could drive that car through any street, trail or alley.  There was no match to be found anywhere.  Turn on the radio, turn up the Black Oak, and hold on, you were in for the ride of your life! We were kids, reaching out, avoiding boredom at home, exploring our new found adulthood.  Playing foosball at all the great smoke filled foosball joints. Steve, the front man, me, the back man.  Beating all of the college students, taking no prisoners. Those were  times that made great memories.