The Great One (above) brought his collection of go-go skaters to St. Paul only to be met with equal amounts of smash and grab; Wild 3, Coyotes 2. Thanks to Cap'n Credit for access to the swanky suite suite and the dutch beers.
I know the time. I get it. I'm tightly wound, but know when to kick off the shoes. I pay attention. I observe everything. I know what I'm doing and know how it works. I crave the authentic, the genuine and the classic, and the noise, jive and bullshit of this era will find no purchase on my watch.
And I can flat drive anything.