Yeah... it was good times... I wanted to make friends with the guy in the feathered back mullet, but all he wanted to do was stand in front of my truck... now that's not very fun... But when the inbred started asking how I'd like it in prison for running him over, then started telling me to "suck his dick", I figured it was time to leave... I'm MUCH to good looking for that... I mean, c'mon... 2 big nasty guys like that, attempting to block us from leaving a remote area like that... can you say: I know better than that... sorry to leave ya behind, Doug...