SF & Medford

We are pretty much still recovering from San Diego and Riverside today. It’s been a couple day’s worth of recovery. Where are we again? Oh yes – Medford and we are on our way home.

Kimo’s in San Francisco

TSR hold a special place in our hearts. Let us start there, and then go on to say that they are some of the coolest dudes to hang out with – extremely generous and a pretty damn good band to boot. We stayed with James at his palace in SF this time around (thanks, dude). We headed out with James and Lindsay after the show and drank at a local bar until they kicked us out. THEN, it was back to James’ place for some Jameson. We simply could not refuse delicious Irish Whiskey. Again, possibly not great decision making as we pretty much ensured that James wasn’t to work on time the next morning

We got up and hung out for a while down by the water and ponied up the van on the way to Medford…

Comin’ down the mountain

The mountains just south of Ashland & I have a sordid past. Let’s just leave the back story at that. Coming off of the mountain, we ran into a little bit of trouble. Damn that mountain pass… Turns out the front tire had lost about half of the PSI of air that it had when we left SF. Slow Leak. I don’t want to nerd out and get into details, (because there’s a lot of science involved), but basically, everytime we stepped on the brakes the van would start to shake violently. Not a good sign when you are coming down off of a mountain pass that is currently under construction.

Cooler heads did, in fact, prevail. We made it to Ashland and put some air in the tire and all was well. 5 more miles up the road: Johnny B’s in Medford

Johnny B’s

This place is kick ass. That’s all we can really say about it. They took really good care of us (Mary Ann let us crash on her floor). We didn’t get a lot of lead time to rally some troops out, but we will be back and will do a much better job.

After getting up in the morning, we hit up the local Les Schwab and got the leaky tire patched. Hooray! Les Schwab= the best tire place around. They fixed our non-Les Schwab tire for free! (just what a struggling punk band in Southern Oregon needs: something for free. Now it’s onward and upward (literally) to Portland… Ducket’s Pub will be a blast.

~ Dos