You know, my family tried to be nice to Mick because he was my guest in the house. One time I'd arrived home and my mother had actually let him go to my room and take a nap because he was tired from driving. He was still asleep when I'd arrived late in the afternoon. He was actually driving a car with a small trailer behind it, an open trailer carrying a small load of some of their band equipment all covered with a brown oilskin tarp and roped tightly down.