I recall Fred’s place on a dustbowl near the residencial area.If you took your tractor unit down there to save your legs and it rained,that dust turned into a greasy sludge which did nothing for traction.I was having a doze in my truck there once when a local scrote broke the back window and shoved his arm in trying to gain access.Unfortunately for him I grabbed his arm and rubbed it up and down on the broken glass.He fled,screaming something in Spanish!