MiTT
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So I'll start a little thread here concerning our trip to Acoustic Sounds yesterday and hopefully some of the others will chime in with their pictures, impressions and stories.
The drive to Salina from Lawrence is about 2 hours. For the most part that was uneventful except for the moment when Tom tapped me on the shoulder indicating that he wanted to stop at the rapidly approaching rest stop to relieve himself of his morning coffee - but I didn't realize what he was trying to convey until about 8-10 feet before the exit. LandCruisers don't handle all that well on two wheels, but I managed my best Joey Chitwood manouver well enough that nothing but my passengers mental well being was damaged. I knew it must have been scarriest for Craig and Karin in the back of the truck when I saw her making the sign of the cross as we rolled to a stop. Pretty much everyone needed to use the facilities after that, except for Ray who merely said he'd already gone and just needed a towel.
Salina is a 2 exit town off of I-70 in rolling hill country dotted with broadleaf trees. It's a "don't blink or you'll miss it" kind of place that is actually the center of a cultural groundswell that we as music lovers should all be aware of (more on that later). Lucky enough for us, Dave brought his trusty Street Pilot loving named "Lucile" who directed us to park in front of this rather unassuming building. I remember thinking to myself as we got out "WTF?"
The drive to Salina from Lawrence is about 2 hours. For the most part that was uneventful except for the moment when Tom tapped me on the shoulder indicating that he wanted to stop at the rapidly approaching rest stop to relieve himself of his morning coffee - but I didn't realize what he was trying to convey until about 8-10 feet before the exit. LandCruisers don't handle all that well on two wheels, but I managed my best Joey Chitwood manouver well enough that nothing but my passengers mental well being was damaged. I knew it must have been scarriest for Craig and Karin in the back of the truck when I saw her making the sign of the cross as we rolled to a stop. Pretty much everyone needed to use the facilities after that, except for Ray who merely said he'd already gone and just needed a towel.
Salina is a 2 exit town off of I-70 in rolling hill country dotted with broadleaf trees. It's a "don't blink or you'll miss it" kind of place that is actually the center of a cultural groundswell that we as music lovers should all be aware of (more on that later). Lucky enough for us, Dave brought his trusty Street Pilot loving named "Lucile" who directed us to park in front of this rather unassuming building. I remember thinking to myself as we got out "WTF?"