Happy Monday to all! It feels like spring time outside and I can dig it! Most of you are probably aware at this point that our RV is broken down with some major engine repairs taking place as of now. I'm sure at some point I will break this story down to the nitty gritty and make a blog about it, but it is not even a complete story yet, so I'll let it manifest. For today, I would like to take you way back to our early touring years. Let's call it "The Burban Days". As the legend is told, we were traveling through the hefty hills of West Virginia en route to, I'm not sure.... Probably North Carolina, legend left that part out. Either way, we were carving our way through the mountains and we start to smell something weird. We were shutting off all the vents and air conditioning that didn't even work. Boat kept on sniffing Cody's armpits to make sure that was not it. It progressively gets worse until out of the rearview mirror we see fire! The Burban is on fire! Boat and Cody scramble to get the fire put out it as I am getting the trailer unhooked and Seth is tossing out belongings from the Burban and pull it up some so we are a safe distance from the trailer. We were like a well-oiled machine (the opposite of the Burban), one would think that we had years of training and fire drills under our belts. We don't, we just know how to survive when shit hits the fan. So we are all secure and the fire is out and the situation seems to be under control, except when we get to looking around we notice we are missing someone. During all this chaotic, fiery, frantic-madness, our tour manager at the time, Nick, had taken off running! He was scared to death so he straight up "Forrest Gumped" us. We started yelling for him and didn't receive and answer. He left his phone in the fiery truck and we were not sure which way he went running. So we all just sit down on the side of the road and have a cigarette, even the ones who didn't smoke joined in for a cigarette. We called a tow truck and were counting our losses, trying to figure out what we are going to do next when we see a figure appear on the horizon over the hill. Here comes nick back to join the camp. He returns out of breath but with an empty coke bottle and an M&M wrapper stuffed in it. He had run frantically all the way down to the next exit and grabbed a snack from the gas station while we were fighting a fire and in emergency mode. I'll let you guess how the rest of that story plays out. It is probably how you would think, too. We made it through, however, and were back to touring in 2 shakes of a hog's tail. As of now, we are traveling around in an F-250, 5 guys packed in a truck and we will definitely have a story in the future. For now, come see us on tour, help us get our new CD "One" to the entire world, and somebody bring me a 6-pack of something good. Cheers!