I think my left sock is about 61, I can't find my right sock.
I thought you were supposed to drive like that. I miss my Oldsmobile convertible and 8 track tape which I used to blast vintage Janis Joplin.

(I still do)
Your moonshine and green paint comment reminded me of a moonshine story.
When I was in Viet Nam we had this big Red Neck guy from some back woods town named Amos.
For meals we would get C Rations which were meals in little cans and there was sometimes fruit cocktail in there.
Amos would collect these and ferment it in an ammo can out in the sun.
It would take the green paint off the inside of the can and mix with the stuff.
I only tasted it once and that was enough.
Sort of like paint thinner mixed with cat food.
He used to drink this stuff all the time. He was one of the few guys who was always happy.
Of course he is probably dead and pickled now in a jar in the Smithsonian.