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We were somewhere around Maryland, when the beer began to take hold. I remember saying something like “someone else should drive, I’m starting to feel light headed” And suddenly there was a terrible roar all around us and the sky was full of what looked like huge flying dogs, all swooping and barking and diving around the car, which was going about a hundred miles an hour with the top down to Frederick. And a voice was screaming: "Holy Jesus! We better stop and record a show about Flying Dog. So Have a Drink."