June 5, 2018 by vinylburns
I’d been on the road for about 3 hours when I noticed the engine temperature starting to head for the heavens. I’m pretty tolerant with people running hot and cold, but tools, pools and engines, not so much.
I guided the Funk Bus to the side of the road, bounced up onto the pavement, took the corner out of a rubbish bin and slid into a couple of handicapped parks outside the KFC.
Back when things were real, they used to use proper names, and call it Kentucky Flies Chicken. Or something. But now, kids are LAZY and you’ll be lucky to know half of what they mean, as they take one third less time to say it.
In any case, that’s where we were, steaming, overused and burned out in front of the KFC in a rural Mid-Western paradise.
“I can’t fix it, but I can take it off your hands”
Sometimes, true stories are incomplete, and bad.
But that’s how we all end up somewhere like this.