Wired Mesh

I Don't Like Riding on the Passenger Side

Speaking of death: Josiah has told the story of the Big Purple Van o' Love's breakdown on last night's Wilco road trip, though he left out the best details. Like the part where the serpentine belt snapped on the Interstate, leaving me driving with no automatic steering or automatic brakes, and how I navigated this disabled vehicle through the country's most curved off-ramp and coasted directly into (of all things) the parking lot of a huge Chevy dealership. From there began the challenge of getting all my passengers back to Chattanooga in other vehicles, fitting people into other carpools with a series of pleading cellphone calls. Thanks to many generous friends, everyone made it home. I will not bore you with details.

The BPVOL is back in Chattanooga action -- thanks in no small part to Mr. Chris Totten and his awesome VW hatchback transport service -- but that was likely her last extended road trip. We, the BPVOL and I, drove home today through the almost-autumn mountains, listened to Alan Jackson's "Livin' on Love," and remembered the good times. We agreed that most of them somehow involved Morris.

Was this whole bizzare two-trips-to-Nashville adventure worth it? Don't be silly. It was for Wilco.