This was an all-hands trip. I think we did Quatro a couple years in a row at this point. The Gibson BMW cactus planer, driving THROUGH a cow carcass was one year before or after this.
This group included the rarely seen Dahill, Jagger and Gibson, along with the usual suspects. Another treat we all enjoyed back in the day was Bob's long hair. It was one of those things that was supposed to be cool, but deep inside, we all knew something was wrong. BUT, he had an awesome truck, paid for gas and wore a black jacket, so we let it slide.
This was the year of the Yucca song, kicking prickly bushes, ditching Gibson in the dark and hangin' in Lance Carson's boat on the bluff.
The bluff at Quatro.
Bob's macho truck. Only Wyatt even came close to the coolness of Bob back in the day.
Bob offered to pay Rob $20 if he'd chug this bottle of cooking oil. Rob didn't finish, but came close and was rewarded with a crisp $20 anyway.
For some reason, every time I made it down to Quatro I expected to find a door on the outhouse.
