" The pair sat relaxed and stared toward U.S. 1 at nothing in particular. Coleman rested his joint on the edge of the window and popped a beer. “This is the life.” “You said it, buddy.” Serge uncapped a bottle of water. “Florida, a full tank of gas, and no appointments. "

― Tim Dorsey , The Riptide Ultra-Glide (Serge Storms, #16)