Luna

People younger that Boomers and GenX just have no fucking idea what kind of shit we got into back in those days. The picture below is me in 1977 at age 17 flipping the bird while standing next to my Honda CVCC. My best friend and I were just getting home from a "camping" weekend of trout fishing near lake Tahoe. We fished for about 2 hours and got bored, so we packed up and went to Reno instead figuring it would be a nice distraction from sleeping in a tent for 2 nights. We had about $20 each in our pockets, and decided to risk it all on the slot machines, and we hit a $600 jackpot on a dollar slot. That may not sound like a lot today, but back then it was serious money, and paid for a weekend with a suite at the Peppermill Hotel/Casino, meals and 2 glorious nights of debauchery with two young ladies we met. We were underage for gambling, but I had a fake ID that was a California driver's license belonging to a friend who looked somewhat like me. Four people in a suite with a jacuzzi tub, no clothes on for 2 days and nights with every meal and all of our drinks from room service. It was fucking glorious. We got home hung over and told our parents that the fishing was horrible, but we made the best of it. This may not sound too outlandish, but it's just an example of things we did every single weekend of our lives back then. No cell phones, no internet, and $10 worth of gas was enough to get us home.