I think we put more oil than gasoline into Mongo's 1980 something Jeep Grand Wagoneer, maroon with faux wood side panels. It was getting dark by the time we got out of P-town but I got a good look at Mt. Hood as we crossed the Columbia into Washington. It was one of the first days of fall and one of the last without a sky full of clouds. We were going to Seattle to see Dwight.
Dwight Nesbitt's dad was an Astronaut but that wasn't his real claim to fame. His notoriety in central Texas sprung from his sucessful chain of car and truck dealerships. Come on down to Zeke Nesbitt's Auto Galaxy where the deals will send you into a slowly decaying geosynchronous orbit! That wasn't really the slogan. Dwight and his dad did not get along. They shared the same personality but different beliefs. Dwight switched from being a skater to an enviromentalist when he was seventeen. He was kicked out of the house for getting naked, painting himself green, and then riding his bike around his dad's flagship lot during a huge sales event. I'm sure it was quiet the sight considering Dwight's tall, lanky build and flaming red hair. He also changed the combination for the keys safe and canceled all fuel deliveries to his dad's lots. Dwight knew how to hit his father where it hurt. Apparently, it took five top salesmen and three mechanics almost an hour apprehend him. Mr. Nesbitt ended up calling the cops but did not file charges on his son who now refered to him as the Fossil Fool. Dwight crashed at Mongo's place for most of their senior year in High school.