I had a ball honking and waving and shouting "Welcome to Moorhead!" and watching them trying to slink down or even move their cars in reaction as my cab passed. They even called the cab dispatcher once to complain but she just told them we were a friendly town. We all had a good laugh because we knew they had no jurisdiction unless the VP was actually being threatened.
Next to Plantation Ranch is Big Thicket Camp Park which was developed by a friend on mines family.
He and I got a cooler of beer and went up there to see if we could see the Ruskies.
We were outside the house which is just a few feet away from the fence line of Plantation Ranch.
We could see the whole bunch coming, they were in golf carts.
Right across the fence on the Plantation Ranch we noticed 2 Secret Service snipers had us in their cross-hairs.
My buddy and I were about half looped, so we started jacking around with them holding our beers up pointing at them to shoot the beer out of our hand.
They were starting to laugh so we pushed it a little further and put the beers on our heads.
They really started to laugh with that so I then held my beer in front of my buddies chest.
That did it, we took out the SS snipers. They had to sit down they were laughing so hard.
When the Ruskies came by we yelled to them to come have a beer with us. They wanted to come over but they wouldn't let them.
Go Dragons!