With just one week left before this tour pulls back into NYC, we are holding our breath. Things have been going rather smoothly and the road to the city seems to be clear.JK we're going to die.
The first day we hit freezing temps and snow is the same day our van's entire heat/air unit decided to die.
Zoom in on this morning when I (for once) volunteered to drive. Can we say "KARMA'S A BITCH?!"
No defrost power.
I find a mini-scraper in the side of the door.
Hell if anybody else is going to be of assistance.
I get out to clear the windshield.
I should have used my fingernails...which, though entirely bitten off due to the high levels of stress, would have worked better than the Dollar General piece of shit I was using.
We hit the road.
As I rounded the corner to face the sun, the small amount of heat from our soulless bodies fogged the inside of the windshield and I slammed on the breaks. Stranded between the Super 8 and the Texas Roadhouse Diner (of Kentucky) I couldn't see past my nose.
Washington got out to block the traffic (what a bro) so I could pull the van into the Texas Roadhouse parking lot to wipe the windshield clear...
with yellow napkins (that were once white) found in the glove box.
There's a VERY thin line between my laughs and sobs.
My tour closes the day my student loans start.
Hey Mom, do I have life insurance?
TJB: Making It
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