Twinkie was John B’s old VW van and to say that it had seen life was an understatement. The paint had chipped off and the car's engine was sometimes slow. But the car was dear to all Pogues, it was full of memories. There was a wide selection of different stickers on it, for example: Camo Peace Sign and The Clash. And many carvings and writing.

And it was useful despite its old age, it was the only way the whole group could move together.

But recently the old buddy had really been in really bad condition, the engine wouldn't start at all. Since the problem wouldn’t fix itself, you and John B had decided to get on bottom of it. Or rather, just John B. You had helped as best you could, but your knowledge of cars was limited, limited to very little.

And John B had succeeded to fix it! And that’s why the two of you decided to take a little drive around the Outer Banks. You didn't give a single thought to the fact that the car's engine might break down again.

♫︎Well, your left hand's free And your right's in grip With another left hand♫︎

Alt-J's iconic song played as you drove through Figure Eight. And Twinkie slowly started to slow down. John B stubbornly pressed the gas until suddenly smoke started coming from somewhere under the front panel of the car.

“Bloody hell!” John B cursed out when the faithful car ended its journey in the middle of the road. Middle Figure Eight. You sighed and rubbed your temples in frustration. Pushing Twinkie all the way back to the Cut was not in the plans for the day. Not when there were perfect waves for surfing today.