This past weekend started with one of the most revitalizing drives I’ve had in a long time down scenic A1A from Ponte Vedra to just south of St. Augustine Beach.
My old college roommate Brian and I decided to make a weekend trip to my parents’ beach condo, me sneaking out of work early to make the drive and he road tripping from Gainesville. With a wide open two-lane strip of asphalt whirring beneath me, the bluest ocean you’ve ever seen creeping up my left side and nothing but sunshine and cloudless blue skies above me, I couldn’t help but feel like a 16-year-old on his way to pick up his girlfriend on a Friday night.
I pulled up to the condo just past 5:30pm and immediately spied the infamous blacked out Grand Cherokee waiting on me. Some of my best (and worst) college nights began and ended with a ride in that Jeep. Introductions were short and discussion immediately turned to booze…
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