In the fall of 1958 my brother and I were in basic training at Lackland AFB, Texas. One day the training instructor second in command asked if ten guys would be willing to chip in to buy a set of brake shoes for his '53 Chevy. In return he would buy some beer and take everyone to his house for an afternoon. That all happened and we had a nice time off base. Later in the day he took us all to downtown San Antonio so we could walk around a bit. We had a little time to look around and then caught the last bus back to base.