So while driving to Olympia on Sunday in our "not so stable" van,  another "holy fuck" dawned upon us in a not so cool way. Our van choked and spewed out creamy black smoke as thick as a chocolate milkshake. When we pulled of the freeway our van instantly locked up and died. Triple A sent us the bitterest tow truck driver we had ever seen. We thought that was pretty cool. We made it to Olympia but by that time the tow truck driver was so agro that he randomly stopped the truck and said he would drive us no futher because his day was busy enough.

So we pushed that fuckin' van six blocks to the Brotherhood bar where we were playing that night. All bands that night kicked ass and played great shows. Upon morning (some slept in the van) we got our van to the shop where they informed us that we blew a gasket and to fix it would require dimantling the entire engine. The price for the job....2800. Ouch. The Blimp & The Last Trains made it to Portland that night but The Ol' Howl & Smash Cancelled the rest of their shows. We now are the owners of the biggest paperweight this side of the westcoast.