I'll always remember cruising Myrtle Beach in the late '70s to early '80s. Okay, I wasn't doing the cruising. I was curbside with my friends on Ocean Boulevard, jumping into the car of whoever was cute, and interested. We'd spend hours cruising up and down the Boulevard. And when I wasn't riding in some guy's car? Id be riding the Scrambler at the Pavilion, or going to be hear this country band, Wild Country (aka Alabama), at the Bowery.
