Headed Due South with a Big Root Beer in my hand
(...and yet another machine gun pointed at my tires, lol)
So, with a big 'S' indicated on the compass, a big Barq’s Root Beer (from Wendy’s Drive Thru, of course), a brand spankin’ new Mexico registration placard for the ‘Disco’ and an actual radio station that was broadcasting "en Ingles" still blasting on the radio, I was lighting up my tires as I headed out of Heroica Matomoros, through the military checkpoints and finding the highway to Victoria with relative ease, (i.e. I got lost only once...).
Btw, my friends seem to love the scary stories of how dangerous Mexico is, so here's a nice, scary pic of a guy with a big gun to scare the crap out of you! lol
Even if it was a just a crappy Journey tune that I was sick of, even back in the 80's, it was being announced in a language that I was not to hear on the radio for the next few months. Life was pretty good, and I was soaking it all in like you take a big gulp of air before diving into the ocean.
