Memories of Hussongs. Hmmm... OK, how bout in 69 when I was 16/17 yrs old and you could cross with a permit to drive. We would camp and surf San
Miguel. Go to Hussongs. A guy in the bar would give you 2 steel rods to hold on to that were wired onto a battery on his back. Being smashed on
tequila and beer you got the nerve to try. He then starts to crank it up and you can't let go. Your arms uncontrollable contort to your chest till you
cry uncle. Raucous as hell crowd. Guy with a new Norton Commando doing burn outs out front. Crowd jeering, packed house. Remember also when the
bombaros came in the back door with a firehose on Cinco de Mayo. We didn't know it but they closed down the town, and forced us all out into the
street. Found myself in the middle of a "mosh pit" out front. Lost my friends. Next thing I see this dude next to me throw a bottle at a cop on a
horse, and he got clubbed. Made it out to the chicken restaurant that had all the chickens on the spickets turning in the window, and caught a ride
back to San Miguel. |