Originally Posted by JohnnyWayne
6 beers and a pack of raw bacon, man style.
In college, drove out to Salton Sea to meet my buddy and his folks.
Got to the campsite and it was empty. Dark, had no clue where they were, so I parked the Chevelle and slept in the back seat.
Got up in the morning and surveyed the contents of my trunk:
M1-Garand and a 3lb coffee can full of ammo
Case of Bud.
2lbs of bacon.
2 dozen eggs.
Not seeing anything I could (legally) shoot and eat, I opted for a beer, 4 strips of bacon, and 2 eggs.
Used my pocketknife to pop a hole in one end of the egg, stuck the blade inside to break the yolk up, put my finger over the hole, popped a hole in the other end, and sucked the guts out.
Chewed the bacon down (it wasn't that much different from what was sold as "pastrami" at school).
Washed it all down with a cold Bud.
Hit the road and cruised through a couple of campgrounds... found them halfway through the 3rd one.
Apparently, the peninsula where they normally stayed was always private property, and after years of people camping there, the owner decided he didn't want it anymore, so the Sheriff was rolling through and running people off. They apparently were programmed to ignore anything as small as a '67 Chevelle.