The Midnight Ride of RunRun Revere...

...ok, so well it's usually way after midnight when we leave gigs, and RunRun's last name isn't Revere, but seeing as I'm taking a history class right now, it seemed to fit.

As many of you know, RunRun is our trusty road steed. Sure, she may have a slightly ghetto half black/half white paint job complete with runs (done in Chris' driveway, no less), funky red velour captain's chairs, no radio, questionable brakes (ohmygodwe'regoingtodieeeeeeee!!!!), carpet that has had countless frenchfries ground into it (among other things, use your imagination), no cruise control, and until recently A/C that was about as effective as a fly farting on you (ironic, as we just fixed it and now don't need it so much). Oh yes, and let's not forget that anytime we park somewhere, there's invariably a puddle of some mystery engine-related liquid that magically appears beneath her.

But RunRun is our girl...she's never left us stranded...almost once, but Chris fixed the brakes by the side of the road with a drumstick and a hacksaw blade (really).

So the other night, when we were leaving Dallas, RunRun wouldn't go into drive all the way...I got her out of Chris' driveway, but then we got stuck at the alley/street intersection. Colin had to push us backwards for a minute, then we got it to go. Hmm, we say, but she drove fine on the way there.

After our S Lounge gig, she was being cranky. Maybe because it was balls cold outside in Wichita Falls at 2:30am the other night, but she wouldn't stay in drive...or go into it, in the first place. Chris drove all the way home constantly shifting through the gears, trying to get her to engage in "drive". We limped home late in the chilly morning, whereupon RunRun gave a loud sigh and promptly pooped a puddle of transmission fluid on Chris' driveway.

So everyone tonight, light a little candle and send warm, fuzzy thoughts to RunRun....I think she needs some love!

p.s. RunRun told me she would like it if you visited her MySpace!