So it was like this you see...
There we were, all excited and ready for a weekend on the road filled with music and loose women, puddling steadily along in the old orange combi when the smoke began to billow from the exhaust.
Would we make it to Pringle Bay? We could only hope.
Then, just kilometers from our destination *choke, the combi died. Just DIED. We tried everything. Mouth to mouth, CPR, none of it worked. So we were forced to telephone ahead to Perigators and inform them of the situation. Lucky they sent someone to tow us the last few K's and we made in time for our gig which turned out to be loads of fun!
But then...
We still had to get home to Stanford.