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George Plimton passing on reminds me of a great story. Certainly he would appreciate the nuttiness of this and there is a hook. I lived and worked in Puerto Rico in 1980-1. His nephew owned a bar called Bresas del Mar. Drinks in the front, nose candy in the back. His specialty drink was Caribbean Daquiri made with 151, a KILLER drink. In PR Monday night football didn't start until 10 PM. So we'd be partying big time until 3 or 4 in the morning and be seriously altered when it was time to go home. We could easily run up a 500-600 dollar tab with all the extras. In the spirit of being young and dumb we would have a freindly race on the way home (since we worked for the same company we all had these funky little company cars that 50 horsepower engines). the rules were first person to touch the brakes or last person home picked up the tab. Made for some incredible rides home. Of course we rolled in @ 4 or 5 in the morning and had to be @ work @ 7:00 with a biblical hangover and no sleep. Ahhhhh the good old days.