I did the drive from Calgary back in 2010 when I went. With a girl I was dating for like 4 months. That was fucking stupid. We broke up on the trip. Good times. The 3,500 km drive home together was awesome.
I did the drive from Calgary back in 2010 when I went. With a girl I was dating for like 4 months. That was fucking stupid. We broke up on the trip. Good times. The 3,500 km drive home together was awesome.
I remember you telling this story before. Oh man! Good times indeed.
We were suspiciously thinking that Neil Pert was the driver and that he was moving pictures.
I heard that those trucks are cool, but that they're also kind of pretentious. I mean, 24 wheels instead of 18? Their own CB radio code? They only do hauls that are twice the length of the average haul? Their product at each stop along the way must have some sort of connecting thread?
It's cool and all but sometimes you feel like saying, "just drive the truck yo!".
We were suspiciously thinking that Neil Pert was the driver and that he was moving pictures.
I heard that those trucks are cool, but that they're also kind of pretentious. I mean, 24 wheels instead of 18? Their own CB radio code? They only do hauls that are twice the length of the average haul? Their product at each stop along the way must have some sort of connecting thread?
It's cool and all but sometimes you feel like saying, "just drive the truck yo!".
I didn't get a picture, but right after throwing on Billy Breathes last night I came up on a truck that simply said "Free.........." on the back of it in giant lettering.
T minus 98 hours, 40 minutes until I am freeeeeeeeeeeee.
I have had intense, long-form dreams about Sasquatch every single night since the festival ended.
...except for last night. Last night I was on the great Bonnaroo adventure with Burrito and Goldbeard. We were staying in this extremely weird hotel, and a bunch of hippies in a weird jalopy found me lost on the side of the road outside the festival and gave me a wristband. I ended up going into the festival having forgotten my shoes, and the headliner we watched was some guy with his head in a box pretending to be Jambi from Pee-Wee's Playhouse.
The fuck. All those drugs really got into my brain.