I was in a gang... but it was more like a team... of Vespa riders, cruising through the mountains of what looked like Southern Italy when the slightly obese, very naked female leader of the team motioned, Navy SEAL style, that we'd pull off for some drinks at a mountainside cafe.
As we saddled up to the bar the naked leader ordered a couple of Budweisers and a man who appeared to be her boyfriend (and also appeared to be Ralph Macchio) ordered mimosas for everyone.
I had just begun sipping my shrimp juice cocktail when the cafe started to rumble and a nearby mountain exploded into the sky...
Naked leader jumped up, yelled "LET'S GO!!!" to the team's unified "HUUUURAH!!!" and onto our Vespas we hopped as she drove the crew straight into the heart of the volcano.
Weird.
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