We had only had maybe 2 or 3 beers each and weren't even getting a buzz yet (we were all members of the Massive Quantities club back then). Anyway, after about an hour and a half we had to go, well you know. Anyway we didn't want to stop on top of this bald hill. Nothing on the top of this rise except a dirt road and a telephone pole on one side. So being the smart folks we were, we decided it better to go to the bottom of the hill so no one would see our headlights on top of this lone hill.