At least you like my idea of ticketing pickup truck drivers with riders in back.
We have found common ground! Now we can move forward to finding a solution to getting them back home safely.
I grew up in West Cocoa, in Central Florida, the last bastion of the great American redneck in the Sunshine State south of the Panhandle.
Riding in the bed of a pick up truck usually meant that we were out on a double date.