Thursday, March 16, 2017

Beer Run, circa 1974

Why do I have a feeling this is one of y'all?


14 comments:

Anonymous said...

When was the last time anyone reading this blog had a Miller High Life ?

We used to go to the Coast Guard station to buy our Miller.
16 years old, hair down to our shoulders, they damn well KNEW we weren't Coast Guard, yet they sold us all the Miller we could stagger out with...
If we had a few bucks extra, we'd buy Michelob.
Yeah, then we'd be cool... Michelob... Sophisticated...

Cederq said...

Ya gotta do what ya gotta do... I have at one time in my life used the next door neighbor's kid wagon to carry my beer home for a party! I had to guard that damn thing for all the free loaders on the way home wanting a can o' suds; Rainer beer for me, where I am from it was the cheapest.

Anonymous said...

Not really a poster boy for the "Don't drink and drive" campaign, eh? >};o)

Phil B

drjim said...

Small party if that's a "beer run"!

Heathen said...

"Prospect, Don't drop that beer."

JeremyR said...

I was smart enough to do the runs in a pickup.

Secesh said...

Is that you, Wirecutter?

James Storyteller Pritchett said...

Pants cuff and open primary. Friking spellchecker.

rick c said...

Nope, not me. Open primary taught me a lesson in pain earlier than that.Lesson learned hard is a lesson learned well.

Anonymous said...

I just finished a High Life, by choice.
Fitty

Anonymous said...

Notice the finger control. Not an open one to be found.
Likely one of us at that.
Drive then drink. Then crash at home or at a friend's place.
Party safer, Garth.

Anonymous said...

according to my fading memory, Schlitz and Lone Star helped me survive 4 years in the Brazos bottom....

vaquero viejo

Anonymous said...

Is that a 76 Grand Torino in the background? H-D put primary cases on 'em for a REASON----Ray

iOpener said...

I'm late to the comments, but I'm Canadian , we're a bit more relaxed up here.

Back in the day we used to go camping, skiing or partying in the Canadian side of the Kootenay valley. Fernie, Kimberly, Cranbrook or points in between.

Two guys were always designated to go on an American beer run through the border crossing at Roosville to Eureka Montana. Before 9-11 all we needed to cross 49 was a driver's licence, sometimes not even that. The wise old guys who ran the border crossing knew what was up.

I was driving, Rick S. (can't use his full name, he's now a wealthy, respected and elderly lawyer) rode shotgun. I had only a driver's licence, Rick was already pissed and had lost his wallet. The border guard simply asked "Beer run?". I mumbled a "yes" while Rick looked as googly-eyed paralyzed as he was.

The guard waved us through after telling me to make goddam sure I did not let Rick drive. I didn't, we bought beer, lots and lots of it.

The guard on the Canadian side asked the same question in the same manner and tone, but also reminded us that open liquor was legal in Montana but not British Columbia so finish those tinnies or dump them.

Jesus, what has happened in 40 years? Stupid assholery at our mutual border and even worse, I got old.