For the record, I *have* driven down the runway at an airport, in a roommate's VW beetle, under the influence of the sacred weed, fish-tailing all the way, totally unauthorized, while blasting some rock-&-roll song on the radio. It was a small airport, no planes were trying to land, and I was eventually apprehended by the airport's custodian. A simple apology sufficed to clear me.
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