’90 w/ Fathead Newman. We passed a “Closed” sign on northern Colorado hiway. Fathead asleep in back…Brad Edwards driving & I – shotgun. Snowing like a mofo w/no visibility…dark night. Semi passed & caused a complete whiteout & then started forcing us off road. We were yelling tons of a-holes & buttcakes at him as we pulled off the shoulder to come to scared stop. Fathead woke & said “K…K..Kel are we there yet?” Funny shit.