It was a beautiful summer night in southwestern Minnesota. It was about 1AM and the group of guys were heading home from a night out. You know how those nights go ... and yes, there was alcohol involved. At any rate, the Pontiac convertible was running right, the temperature was balmy, and I was tired. Whatever to do? Being as we naturally had the top down, I just rolled up into the area where it was folded up, and proceeded to take a nap. As a youngster, I remember riding on the rear shelf in the family car, and it just seemed to be a comfortable place to be. And it was!