Flight of the Avenues

We had a very interesting experience last Saturday. After our benefit show for Johnfest in Fairmont (great show, by the way; I think we might have a few new fans), we had some van trouble. Jeff was driving. I'm not saying this to point fingers It wasn't any one's fau-JEFF'S FAULt. Our van ran out of gas... Carl [the van] was not happy. But, being the boy scouts we are, we actually had a spare gas tank in the trailer. When we tried to start Carl, he said, "no way, sucka!" The battery didn't even work. We had no power what-so-ever.

Lucky for us, Lala had a AAA card. All those years or sobriety finally paying off! Ahem, yeah... Anyway, while waiting on I-35 for a tow-truck, an SUV blew a tire RIGHT IN FRONT OF OUR VAN [CARL]. Ash concluded that we were in the dreaded stretch of I-35 known as the Lakeville Triangle.

Ben had a pretty amusing conversation with a very nice highway patrolman about our treacherous stretch of highway and about breaking a road flare in half before figuring our how they work. You just whack them on the ground, right???

Within a few minutes, our hero, the tow-truck driver came and hoisted Hot Carl up on the bed of his truck. The problem was, it was 3 am Sunday morning and we didn't have any trusted fans in the area to drive us back to Bloomington. We convinced our hero that Summit Avenue would be brave enough to ride in the van while it was being towed. I KNOW! We're such rebels! It was actually pretty fun. Tony had a little freak-out, though, thinking we were going to smash into a bridge. HA!

P.S. we didn't die.

That means we're going to need some fan $upport at O'Gara'$ ($t. Paul) and Torge'$ (Au$tin) thi$ weekend. Fixin' Carl won't be cheap. Along with the new CD, we've got some nice t-shirts and new stickers. Oh, and it's my birthday on Friday...

Peace,
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