Of Course, Of Course

Of course.

Things were going too well. In the course of a couple months, Frogs Gone Fishin' had signed a record deal with a fantastic independent record label, tracked and produced a killer album and bought an RV to go on tour with.

AND WHAT AN RV!
-generator
-stove and fridge and freezer and microwave
-john and shower
-captain's seats
-Vintage 1987 styling
-full wireless internet access...
-CB radio (for awkward trucker interaction)
-sleeping for 6.....


And then... Weeee Slooooooweed Dooooooooooooown. Just about 20 miles outside Lincoln.

All the guys in Frogs know the feeling. You're going 60 in second gear and it sounds like it. Our tranny has failed before. You can probably read some other pissed-off rant about shitty American cars in my archive, two years past since our Suburban, Leslie, shat out on us in New Mexico.

Why doesn't our bus ever break down in Prague or Hong Kong?

Doom sets in. Dread. We pull over in a small Nebraska town and the mechanic at the fortunately placed FORD MEGA MART forecasts more doom (shot tranny) and directs us to the transmission "specialist'' in Lincoln who then informs us we will know at noon tomorrow the fate of our newly purchased palace on wheels.

So here we are. Setting up in the Irish bar in Lincoln gives us more to do than we enjoyed back in Raton, New Mexico when Leslie met her maker.

Will post an update tomorrow. We'll find a way to Omaha one way or the other...