Mornings are usually pretty nice on tour. It's later in the day that usually sucks. On tour, our experiences stack up against each other like the sour and sweet layers of a warhead.
One week in August, Wiley, Whitney and a crew of volunteers convened in Drum Canyon to cut a giant hole in the side of the bus. In souping up our converted school bus, we often have to go a little backwards before we can go a lot forwards.
The morning of Day 2, on a hot tip from the UCSC trailer park residents, we swung by Natural Bridges in Santa Cruz, a "winter safe haven" for monarch butterflies.
Diesel is leaking on our engine block and the carbon monoxide detector is beeping on the overpass. Zack is in the Gem Bubble seat and I'm not worried about any cops on the Gilman frontage road.
