“Why does the tire look like that?”
It was a good question, for the tire was indeed not in the correct place. In fact, the trailer seemed to riding sideways, with one of the wheels pressed against the fender. Unable to resist the temptation of making a diagnosis, bassist Mike Dodson was quickly on his stomach, assessing the situation.
“Its the axle! Look, its rusted through!” he decreed. And so it was. At this point, we were already running late, so a decision had to be made quickly. The Crowders took off, leaving the trailer behind. The rest of the band stayed put, anxiously waiting their return and eagerly wondering what would happen. How would they get to the gig? Would they make it at all? Could they have stayed in bed?
A cell phone rang. “Get ready, we’re almost there” said the voice on the line. Moments later the suburban appeared at the top of the hill, careening through traffic at breakneck speed, a shiny white trailer, equal in size to the truck pulling it, jostling nervously back and forth from the rear hitch.
“Holy cow, did they buy a new one?” exclaimed Jason Solley. David’s toothy grin from the front seat could be seen from the street as the car and trailer bounded into the parking lot. It explained everything.
The trailer was huge. The rear door opened into a ramp so as to roll gear in, as opposed to hoisting it in the air like before. Other amenities included a skylight for daytime, an electrical light for nighttime, and a side access door for, well, side access.
Equipment was loaded, and the band hit the road.
And oh, did they ever rock the desert. There is plenty of sand inbeded in their gear to prove it.
On an almost related note, former b-baller Manute Bol was at the festival. Much like the new trailer, he is freakishly tall.