At the Mar Y Sol Pop Festival in Puerto Rico 1972, we were put up in a beautiful up scale hotel on the beach with all those great bands that performed. We took over the place. It was high rollers and a bunch of long hair hippy musicians. What was cool was flying from the hotel in a helicopter to play on this large stage built in the middle of the jungle. We hired some local folks to transport our equipment from our plane, to the concert site. When it was time to leave, our roadies had to hot wire and steal the locals truck when they refused to bring our stuff back, demanding more money. We hurried to the plane, throwing our equipment and luggage on board. As we were taxing down the runway, a pickup truck of guys yelling, screaming and waving machetes, chased the plane as we were taking off. We watched them slowly fall behind as we lifted into the air heading home to Miami. It was like a scene right out of a thriller movie.