Free and un-crashed after my dirt dumbness adventure, we chase shimmering mirages back to the highway, back to civilization, routine and normalcy, whatever that is. The mirages all dry up before we reach them, but we still give chase, all the way to Nogales. In Nogales, a town who’s...
A day off. Almost never happens when we ride. I’m not sure why really, guess there’s just too much to see, and too little time to see it all. Turns out the decision to stay was a good one. The morning is soggy, but the winds have blown out, and the rain clouds soon follow. The...
Ka’ahele, the god of travel and arena booking smiled twice on The Hardest Working Crew in Television™. His first benevolent act; the show the day after Wrestlemania – Monday Night RAW, also affectionately known as ‘Go Fuck Yourself Monday’ is booked in downtown...
San Jose blurs by. Compressing what normally is a two-day, four show taping into one super long day has a strange way of making time (and eyes, brains, ect) blur. For the second time in less than two days, I take to the unfriendly skies, where US Air (Motto: We hate to fly and it shows)...
Five days and well over a thousand miles after leaving California, through deserts, forests, reservations, dry counties, curvy roads, a hot Bisbee microbrewmaster, and all the rest, D-Day has finally arrived. I ponder the map, wondering just how lost I can get and still make my...