In about 1988 when I was 27 I had a housemate about my age who I was kind of friends with. But kind of enemies with too. One night we both got real drunk and decided to go somewhere. I forget where we were going but I was driving my little Datsun B210. We were going down a main street and it was about 9:00 pm. All of a sudden I got the horrible feeling to throw up.
We were going about 35 or 40 mph. I told my friend,”Take the wheel.” He reached over and grabbed the steering wheel and was steering while I was operating the gas pedal. Without missing a beat I leaned out the window and threw up. A lot. I managed to get most of it out so it didn’t go all over the side of my car. I did pretty well.
Then I took over steering again without slowing down. And we went on to our destination. My friend later told me,”Hey, that was pretty cool.” I said, “Thanks”
My friends drove from Canada to the United States for a case of beer one late night on a whim.
They rolled the car just before coming back near the border. My buddy was upside down in the car in a ditch and figured what the hell…and cracked open another beer upside down.
Long story short, they got a tow and made in back over the US border somehow.
My friend died 6 years ago from booze. That was just one of many stories about him and his wild life.