02.26.14 — 2:37PM Pacific — Wed. — En route from SF to Las Vegas

“Cereal all over the floor…” — Carl Porcaro

Got to sleep about six seconds after I stopped typing last night, which I took as a win since I actually managed to finish writing before I nodded off. Waking up with the alarm was pretty brutal, but so it goes. There was breakfast at the motel, eggs, bacon, whatever. I had a banana and some coffee. Can’t trust that shit. Looks like food until you look close or try to digest it.

Came through Bakersfield, which looked like any town kind of town. To me, it’s all Rt. 46 in Parsippany, but the country is full of these roads. Current estimate is we get to Vegas circa 7PM, right at doors. No time to get the windows fixed, so we taped them up. San Fran to Vegas without windows. Looks like we’ll be in Albuquerque — tomorrow, by noon, I’m told — before we’ll be able to get it fixed. It rained overnight, so the tape job from outside the DNA Lounge, which wasn’t meant to be permanent in the first place, had more or less come undone this morning. We stopped once on the highway to repair it and ran out of tape, so had to stop again.

We cleared the Pilot out of duct tape, the band sold some sympathy merch in the parking lot, and then we more or less went military on the side of this van. Hope whoever is finally charged with fixing this thing has some Goo-Gone or whatever, because we ran through at least five rolls of tape. The good news is it’s holding so far. The bad news is we’ve got over 1,500 miles to go before we hit Albuquerque. Last night was bummed out and frustrated though, today’s more laughs, if anxious ones because of the time crunch. A little while ago, Jim Pitts pointed out the windshield and said, “Vegas is on the other side of those hills.” Could barely see what mountains he was talking about, but they were there.

I wouldn’t say it’s a party, despite the Dr. Dooom coming through a portable speaker because something was screwy with the iPod hookup in the van’s system, but definitely less dire by daylight than at three in the morning. Starting to come out of the valley area and into what looks more like desert. At very least the ground is pale and brown where not farm-irrigated. I dig the hell out of it. Easy enough to turn around the trip from last night. It’s just a matter of getting to the Cheyenne Saloon.

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