"Here were the children of the American bop night."

Persons versed in thirteenth or nineteenth century literature shall be pleased to heed the following: Our team, The Deepest South, by way of providence and good fortune have christened our van The ‘Lady’ of Shalott.

Excerpt from, Lord Alfred Tennyson – The Lady of Shalott – Inspired by thirteenth-century Italian novella entitled Donna di Scalotta.

There she weaves by night and day,

And moving through a mirror clear
That hangs before her all the year,
Shadows of the world appear.
There she sees the highway near
Winding down to Camelot;
There the river eddy whirls,
And there the surly village churls,
And the red cloaks of market girls
Pass onward from Shalott.

On the Road

For many, forcing sales makes way to a lack of travel preparations. This was the case for the Deep South team and our first night of tour. After hours of pleasant and peaceful travels, we found rest at Arizona mile marker 316 and made shelter in The Lady. I found rest in the space between the bench and two front seats, Webb took the bench, and Wallis and Bethany spooned. To my surprise, I found great comfort in the small, confined, womb like characteristics of my sleeping arrangement. Webb comments, “It was too small” (That’s what she said) and when asked to describe the girls sleeping arrangements, Bethany commented with a frightening onomatopoeia “blughgreeghb” which sounded much like a gag reflex and stated, “I am claustrophobic to epic proportions, its gonna get ugly.” Wallis suggested that “shortness of breath” captured the experience entirely, to which Bethany concluded sounded much too sexual and should be excluded from this document.

On the Road, Again

After sleeping inside The Lady, we emerged and prepared for our departure. Mile marker 316 in the cool morning was a luxury, Arizona landscape is beautiful. We hit the road and made our way to a store, ate some bagels, and began our day with what we thought to be a steady ride, and then… Wilcox Arizona population 3769*

It turns out, The Lady is a tramp. We found ourselves talking with Jared and Brian ‘Buddyz Auto Repairs’ mechanics. Brian was born in Chicago,

his uncle taught him how to fix cars and it was either, “The drugs or fixin' shit.” As for Jared, he once worked for Exxon and now manages Buddyz. Jared drove The Lady around, heard the problem and told us he could do nothing. The Lady is deceptive, she showed absolutely no problems on the GMC computer and the transmission specialist said that he could not find any problems. According to Jared, “You’re here until Tuesday, or your just gonna have to ride it out.”

On the Road…Again

Peddle to the medal. Out of Arizona. Into New Mexico. New Mexico is weird. Look what we found. Get us the hell out of here.

To be more specific, every time our car hits 60 – 70 mph, anguish. Bumpy, stalling, grinding, calamity.

Stuck in Texas.

Every time our car hits 60 – 70 mph, anguish. Bumpy, stalling, grinding, calamity.

• Update 4:00pm - We are on the road, and The Lady of Shalott is running. Well... speed walking.
• Update 12:00am- Texas Highway Patrol issued The Lady a warning for "speeding." Guess the speed... 67 in a 65, yep seriously.
  

Love,

Cameron, Deep South, & The Lady

* According to 2006 Census Bureau estimates

training in van

this is how i roll

Thanks Marcus

We just want to say thanks for sacrificing sleep so we could have computers!

kick the tires and light the fires

hey, friends. i wrote alot of love notes in high school and got very few in return, as a result i'm exhausted and heart broken. so i'll just say thanks for all that you do. there's no one group of people that i would trust more to do what you're doing.

i've set this blog up so all of you can post to it while you're on the road.
this was available for the last group of roadies (you can still read their posts) and only 35 posts were made. thats not even one post per roadie! can you believe it?

why blog? herman melville said, "We cannot live for ourselves alone. Our lives are connected by a thousand invisible threads, and along these sympathetic fibers, our actions run as causes and return to us as results."

so share yourselves. share your lives!

here's what you should post:

• stories
• photos
• quotes
• comments
• poems
• drawings
  
• videos
• jokes
• news
• everything!
  

i sent you all an invitation to begin posting on here, but if you're having trouble, shoot me an e.mail and i'll walk you through how to set yourself up to make posts.

i also included some news feeds (to the right). let me know if there are any others you'd like me to include.

The world is yours, as well as ours, but in the last analysis, it is yours. You young people, full of vigor and vitality, are in the bloom of life, like the sun at eight or nine in the morning. Our hope is placed on you.

thank you. i love you all.

(don't forget to leave comments for each other!)

MUSIC FOR YOUR TRIP HOME!

http://www.yousendit.com/transfer.php?action=download&ufid=23C54BFF6319EBBA

Loaf yous guys.

Young at Heart

go see this. now.

We Want Change

Saturday Night team SoCal spreads the word in downtown Las Vegas filling easter eggs labeled "WE WANT CHANGE" with a coin and invisiblechildren.com then hiding them around the city.

Happy Easter!