@955_36 I remember riding back from a Boy Scout camporee on a freeway in the back of a pickup on top of everyone's backpacks so we only had a few inches of metal between us and falling off. No big deal! My buddy and I had been put in charge of meal planning for that trip and had decided to buy nothing but steaks and bearclaws, making us heroes to every Scout in Northern California, and we noshed happily on the remaining bearclaws on the drive back.