RV is a-workin’ once again, better than before. After installing the radiator, the guys at South County RV Repair checked everything — propane, heater, tire pressure, fluids. Dude, those guys took care of us! If anyone is ever RVing through Myrtle Creek, stop by and those guys will treat you better than right. Tell Jeff “hi” from Driven A.D.
It would be unfair to call Myrtle Creek a hellhole, but we were all aching to get back on the road, and everyone was starting to get frustrated. Were it not for all their hospitality, we’d have slowly killed each other. We all wanna visit, and the guys wanna play a show next time we pass through the area.
So now, the long road to Vegas. I still consider it home, since I lived there for 3 years before coming out to Orange County. And I’m always excited to see my honey, who makes the best fucking food in the world, nay, universe.
Anyway, we just passed the Oregon-California “border”, where they do the agricultural inspection (as opposed to the Mexican inspection)…
Officer: Are you guys bringing any nasty plants or raunchy fruit?
Brandon: No, just heavy metal music.
Joe is trying to maintain his composure as we pass through the city of Weed.
Next Driven A.D. show: tomorrow night at Penthouse. Yep, metal and titties, the perfect combination.
Tags: California, Las Vegas, Oregon