"You guys didn't have stop lights before?" Pete sounded amazed by that, though he'd grown up in a pretty rural area as well. He didn't even know if what was left of the farming collective still existed, let alone had any more advanced technology.
Pete followed the directions, drove a little more, and finally pulled into the parking lot of the bar they were going to be hanging out in. Shutting the engine, he peered through the windshield at the various fluorescent beer and booze signs in the windows, always the biggest indicator that it sure was a bar.
"I think I might leave my coat in here. I know it's cold out, but it's only about twenty feet to the bar, and I have a habit of forgetting things when I'm distracted by people. If you guys are half as fun as I think you'll be that's probably going to be a good plan."