So ever since the Driven A.D. tour got canceled about 2 weeks ago, I’ve been keeping busy doing website work. Tomorrow I get to drive up to Palm Desert and see Connie for the first time in a month. And I get to build Legos® and play video games with Barrett. Shit yeah!

Next show was supposed to be in Tempe, AZ, but got canceled due to some more RV problems. Check this shit out: On the way from Myrtle Creek to Vegas, our alternator went out. We drove the entire way solely on battery power. To make things worse, the engine started to overheat on the inclines. So we barely made it to The Penthouse. We had the RV checked out this morning, and discovered that the alternator belt got fucked up, slipped off and wrapped itself around the radiator fan. After a lot of replacing and checking the electrical shit, the RV was ready to go, but too late to make the show at Club Red in Tempe. So we’re partying it during the day and traveling at night.

First activity: Iced tea and muffins at Teri’s salt water pool.

Second activity: the guys went to The Strip to drink, and walk, and drink and walk some more!

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.

This morning, we all got some hot showers at the truck stop, compliments of Sabrina (“Beaner”) at the shop. Then, after the shop closed, Jeff, the owner of South County RV, treated us to a night out at Sweet Dixie. What the fuck?! Why the fuck aren’t more people like this?

Oh yeah… The reason why we’re stuck here still is because the new radiator didn’t arrive today as promised. So it’s looking like tomorrow. Which means Vegas Club in Salt Lake City, UT is canceled till next time around. We’re heading straight to Las Vegas, which means backtracking through Bakersfield again.

Now where sitting here at South County RV in Myrtle Creek, OR. I can’t believe how friendly and hospitable the people here are. They brought over some food and are letting us stay in the RV while they work on it.

So, turns out the engine didn’t fry, which is good. The radiator was so old that it just blew a hole. They said it would have happened sooner or later, and it wasn’t caused by how I was driving, which makes me feel better that I didn’t cost everyone shitloads of cash.

The show at Vinny’s Bar was awesome, and Scott the sound guy once again did a phenomenal job!