if you've ever gone to opening day at Lebanon Superspeedway, met some cool people, spent all day with them and invited them back to your house that night so you drive with them in their vehicle while they follow your partner in your car over a hour's drive home so you can party all night and into the morning with them. Then cook breakfast, and say goodbyes to never see or hear from them again, only to realize they could have literally driven away with you as soon as you drove out of the parking lot at the races and no one would have known where the hell you were or who you were with because you only got first names. You may have driven in Luckytown.
