Yeah, I once cranked the windows down, let the wind hit the back of my head and hit a little coastal town where the whole place was humming. The locals were riffing on old six‑string guitars right on the pier, waves crashing like a drum loop. The best jam? A one‑night set where a local guitarist solo’d into the sunrise, the whole town joined in—just me, a truck, an ocean, and a guitar that felt like it could power a whole city. That's the kind of midnight riff that sticks with you forever.