FOUND. ON. ROAD. DEAD.
“I eat meat and shit vegetables” I felt like Frank Rizzo jammed into a circus clown car while eating my Baconator in the six passenger pick up truck that we were now traveling in with equipment in tow and luggage in the truck bed. Awesome.
We planned on stopping in Sudbury on our day off to catch Napalm Death, Toxic Holocaust & Coliseum but the transmission in our Ford coach didn’t agree. At a mere 7 thousand miles it was blown. Apparently Ford is having problems “off the line” with 09 transmissions. Needless to say, there was lots of juggling and a great joke to make a – b happen, but it is and we’ll be late as shit for our Toronto show that we are currently en route to. All the stress was washed away like dirt when the guy who brought our replacement pick up to us stopped on his way out with this irish spring zinger “try not to blow the tranny on this one too…eh boys” with a big ass grin. Shon and I laughed for about 5 minutes solid and when the brakes on the new truck felt like they didn’t work , we laughed even harder. Onward!