Sick pit stop! Caught a stranger wearing our Suavecito Charged Windbreaker at some rest stop pisser.
He wasn’t too happy about me snapping a pic and asked that I move along. He was a modern gentlemen about it.
Our trip back from Austin to Santa Ana was half-way through. We were approaching the Nevada state-line and were hoping we didn’t run into the bozos that stopped us at the Immigration Check on the way to Austin. They stripped us down to our skimpies at the last one.
As always, they thought we were in a band.