June 5, 2012:
The Perfect Hippie took us out of Oklahoma at around 630 AM. He was well rested because he’d managed to spend about 88% of our journey asleep in the back room of the Jam Van. From Oklahoma we hauled it to Arkansas in a respectable time. Mind you, the van stays steady at around 60 MPH, so we have to make up time by doing things like switching out drivers without stopping, and skipping showers, which we’d been doing for the past two days, the effect of which is further enhanced by the fact that we were sleeping eight dudes deep in what was at this point already a less than fresh Jam Van.
When the stink and sticky of going un-bathed got to be too much for us we made the call and stopped at a Super8 Motel. No, we didn’t get a room, it was too early for that. Instead, we put on our swim trunks in the parking lot of the Waffle House where we’d just eaten and we ran down the hill, hopped the pool fence, and cannon-balled our asses into that Super8 swimming pool. The Buddhaphest had the biggest splash, just an FYI… Here’s another FYI. When you sneak into a hotel swimming pool, once you’re done, don’t linger around the parking lot changing clothes and acting like idiots. As it would be, we did that, and as it would be, the guy who managed the Super8 called the cops, and as it would be, cops in Arkansas weren’t super stoked on a technicolored Jam Van crew breaking into a hotel swimming pool in Lawrence, Arkansas. So short story short, we slipped some money to the manager, who made a really annoying fuss and told us we were going to be in “big big trouble,” and go to jail for “a long time,” but who took the money all the same, and let us go on our merry way. Lesson learned.
Other things that took place this day, hmm, lemme think, oh, yeah, Beez got rid of the two pounds of steak that he’d been carrying around with him. To be honest, I was amazed with how long he held onto that. However, when it finally decided to leave him we had to make what you could call an extended rest-area stop.
That was somewhere just outside of Tennessee, which meant that we got to Tennessee this day. Our first stop in this great music state was Memphis. No, we didn’t see Graceland, we thought about it. Instead, we found a bbq joint in the ghetto and a liquor store with bars in front of the counter. We bought an excess of booze, loaded it up, headed to a Wal Mart, spent somewhere in the area of $1300.00 at the Wally-World, which amounted to a train of about 6 shopping carts heading towards a Jam Van. We loaded it up, let the locals take their pics, and then hit it the last few hours to Nashville, we were pretty damn close to destination number one, that means things are about to get real heady…