When I was in high school I had a 1970 Chevy Monte Carlo. I don't remember driving it much, because I kept getting grounded from it. But I was allowed to still drive what we called the "Mafia Unit." That was a 1973 Chevy 3-door Suburban. It was a Chevy Suburban and it only had three doors. So on one side of it there was no back door. Which always baffled my drunk ass friends. We'd be driving around, they'd be shit-faced , and they would try to get out on that side with no door, and they would just freak out because they couldn't find the door handle and they didn't know what was going on. They would just be sitting over there screaming, I can't find the door handle, what the hell? Now, I'm not going to say that I didn't drive drunk. But I'm also not going to go on record by saying that I did drive drunk. Let's just say I drank a lot, and I drove a lot. Were those two separate activities, or one combined activity? We may never know.
