Storytellers: Texican time.
I remember my grandfather had this as one of like 3 cassettes in his truck. Used to listen to it constantly and this was my favorite song. Still remember all those times when he and I would be driving to go fishing at the lake or at the coast. On the bench seat between us there'd usually be a big-ass greasy bag of foil-wrapped chorizo/egg and chorizo/bean tacos that grandma had gotten up early to make for us, homemade flour tortillas and all. Those were our breakfast and lunch. Sometimes we'd catch fish, sometimes not, but I always treasured those times. One time we got caught in a pretty gnarly storm out on the lake that came out of nowhere. We were near the dam in pretty deep water, so there were BIG waves that almost capsized us. I was probably 16 or 17. He had let me drive the boat for a little while prior to that, and when the storm hit I got up to let him drive but he said that I should drive the boat back to the dock, that he knew I could do it. Was a white knuckle 15 minutes or so but we got back there and I remember he smiled and clapped me on the shoulder and told me that I did some good navigating. Felt like a badass.
