It's almost 2AM, and the streetlights overhead are making tiny pulses of light through the windshield as we fly down I-95. I look casually at the speedometer to find that we're going 110MPH. I am not surprised exactly, but it does give me a little rush of adrenaline, and I wonder only to myself whether that is OK, even on an empty highway going straight ahead.

“Time to change this music” Max says. “The trip down memory lane was fun and all…” He looks at me sideways from the passenger seat and doesn't finish the sentence. We both know what it means, and my turn at DJ is over. “What do you feel like?” he asks me as he speeds down through his phone's music list. I am thinking about it, but before I can answer, he says “I know. You're going to like this”. He grins knowingly and presses play.

As the music starts - a high paced strumming which isn't familiar to me at all - Max adjusts himself and settles back further into his seat. We've been on the road for about 12 hours already and there is no position in the seat that works, but it's worthwhile moving around from time to time. “You think we're going to get away with this?” I ask him. “Aw, I think we will”. “No one has even worried about that old guitar for years.”. He's referring to the 1956 Gibson Les Paul which sits now in the back seat, and which used to be in the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame until just about 12 hours ago. The pride and joy of Jimi Hendrix was now ours. The question was, what to do with it. “I don't know if we'll keep it very long, but it is fucking cool to have it”, I suggest. I am really almost certain we'll get caught, and I can't really remember why we had to have it so bad – but whiskey had something to do with it. Opportunity had another. Max had been provided with a section of the museum for his latest research project into the Wu Tang Clan, and had invited me up to the Hall for a special pre-opening event. “Fuuuuck” Max says out slowly and with full weight, breaking my thoughts. “We probably just fucked up my opportunity to do shows”. “You think?” I ask and laugh. “Maybe they won't know it was us”. “Unlikely, I used my password to get into the Hendrix vault”. “Shit” I say, just as the red and blue lights turn on behind us.