Sixth Day in America....

And strangely, no one we ever met in America could tell us how much you could drink and drive. It was like it was the first time the subject had come up for them so they were happy to speculate deeply, but finally inconclusively, on the quantity. At a roadside diner on a long road out on the vast ranchlands between the two-mile-high snowy mountains of Colorado a woman called Cathy reckoned seventeen bottles of beer should be okay. She said the young cowboys she saw drank that much and they certainly didn't ever walk the forty miles home even when it wasn't through the snow.