i think the worst was 5, but 5 200+ pound guys.

my old marquis was a different story, though, with the bench seat up front, had 4 in front, 6 in back once, that was pretty fun, apparently it was still spacious in back (:

 

sorry guys, didnt take any pictures

 

I have a coupe and i had 5 in the back once hahaha

 

Wow...that's awesome. Is it just me, or does it sound like the storyline for a b-class movie? Someone call Ashton Kutcher!!!

 

It was quite a six month adventure. Over quite a few beers my story includes harrowing tales of everything from machine gun toting bank guards, security stops, border crossing customs adventures, Visa challenges, foreign language school, thieves, drug dealers, prostitutes (no I didn't hire them but they were colorful nonetheless), gas station con artists, crooked bank staff, beautiful women, hot Latin fiestas, vehicle break-downs, unlikely repairs without parts, beautiful blue water rivers and waterfalls, food poisoning, snorkeling with giant mantas and sharks, assorted gringo characters, rebel guerrillas, getting stranded overnight deep in the jungle near the top of a volcano, big stupid mistakes that should have cost me my life, terrifying night time passage down huge mountain passes in driving rain with giant trucks, their drivers saying prayers and making the sign of the cross before departing the gas station to head down (there's reasons for the rosaries and giant illuminated crucifixes!), driving through deep mud in remote locations, getting stuck in up to the doors, getting towed out by friendly passerbys in a 4wd pickup, paying them with cigarettes and simple toys for their kids, warm Caribbean waters, burning hot volcanic black sand beaches on the Pacific, crazy big surf, a drowning pig in a river being pulled out to the ocean, it being saved by a heroic young swimmer, fishermen in canoes braving violent high surf - who could not swim! , going fishing in salt marshes with some young children who taught me to catch shrimp with a cast net and fishing for catfish with hooks and fishing line on a soda can, finding out how baby catfish have razor sharp poison barbs that hurt like hell!, sleeping in a "hotel" with a bed made of nothing but wood and twine, with bats flying around inside, illuminated by lightening flashes during a violent thunderstorm, camping outside to the sound of screaming howler monkeys in the night, exploring ancient Mayan ruins, eating goat and other unidentifiable meats, trying to get non-english speaking locals to somehow convey to me what I was being served, beyond "carne", (picture young Senorita's pantomines of a goat's beard and horns and bleats), children in super remote indigenous villages who screamed and ran in wonderment and delight at the sight of me, a white man, (driving a green Fiat with NY plates) I'm sure they'd never seen one... I only saw military vehicles out there, visiting sprawling impoverished campesino sites, living in affluent Antigua with it's beautiful church ruins, destroyed several times by the nearby Volcan de Agua, the list goes on. When I got back from my trip, partly by bus, partly hitchhiking, I got sick as hell with Hepatitus and spent nearly 6 months convalescing before making a full recovery. I really wouldn't have to make up much to make a good movie storyline, all I'd really had to do to make it a hit would be to have died, but then I would've missed half the fun!

OK, I know, doesn't belong on this thread... just had my memories sparked and I got carried away. Funny, this is the most I've ever written on the subject. Maybe I should put pen to paper...

 

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WOOOOW. That is too fu<kin funny. *whew* my managers at work now think I'm out of my mind. "goats beard and horns and bleats"

 

Thanks... its funny to remember the stories, and to think how most people who know me have no idea because it's just not something you recant in casual conversation. Now I'm going to have to explain to my wife of three years what my sh+t@ss grin is about...! Makes me want to recount another story about another road trip down the Baja to San Felipe (fish tacos...mmm) from San Francisco in which my Spanish skills learned on the Guatemala trip along with most but not all the cash in our pockets, a bottle of top quality tequila and a pair of Ray Ban sunglasses got me, my friends and my brothers out of a Tijuana jail... and how I went back to retrieve a valued pocket knife they stole from me (a gift from a relative who'd passed away) and lived to tell the tale! OMG! I can only think of myself as very sane now but maybe that's a just a relative judgement.

 

yeah man ^^^ i lived in mexico for a couple years deep interior, and most of my life on the border..those fVcking cops steal EVERYTHING!!! funny you should mention Mexico on a thread about how many people you can fit in one CAR!!! LMAOOO when i lived in Mex, every few days i would see this one family of 4, on an ATV, hauling *** down the main street in Monclova.. and it's not even safe if you're in a car. Now as far as how many Mecxicans have i seen in 1 car? i think it was like 12, and it was an old chevy from the 80's

edit: to gautemala from NY, that's like 16 days of driving.... no kidding, and in Mexico you can drive like 120 down the highway, if you've got a good set of headlights