picture this...

it's a snowy night.. we're driving about 60 miles per hour down the highway in a caravan of sorts. the roads are medicore but moods are high, as the alli g dvd plays in the van... "my wife, she is a boooring!" out of nowhere the van sways hard left and the trailer starts to jack-knife... the mood suddenly changes and as all of us grasp for something to hold on to and instinctively bark non-sense instructions at pj who is behind the wheel. within second the van and trailer swing back across the road, narrowly missing a guardrail and jack-knifing even harder in the opposite direction. terrified, we hang on, and careen back across 3 lanes of highway to be suddenly awakened from the slow-motion drama by a crashing sound as the trailer snaps from the hitch and flips violently onto its side. as the van comes to a sliding halt, we watch as scream hello slide frantically only to hit the trailer. with traffic not far off in the distance, we pile out of our vehicles and watch as 18 wheeler after 18 wheeler narrowly miss our broken vehicles.

we were all okay, which is what counts, and managed to pile the battered equipment on the side of the road and right the trailer, which miraculously still travels. two nights later we have our equipment back-lined and are getting ready to play... you've gotta love the absurdity of tour...