Ron and I borrowed Chriss truck. First time around, I was feeling rambuctious, and so we did this thing where we both crouched in the truck bed, and I reached thru the little window to steer while Ron manipulated some other control (thru the working irrationality of dream reality), and in this way we went crazily swerving thru downtown Columbia, never hitting a thing. It was fun. Second time around, Ron wanted to do the same thing, but I wasnt feeling it. I was afraid. I just didnt really want to. But at his insistence we did it anyway--and careened into another car, somewhere near Ninth and Broadway.