A hot tortilla, a heap of seasoned meat, some cilantro, some onion, a squeeze of lime, and cheap beer to wax finish. Devine.

My right foot is starting to tingle and so I readjust a few inches to the left. Ahhh, relief. I’m happily crammed into the back, bench seat, of an access cab Tacoma. Two of my best friends ride shotgun telling stories and laughing.