Salina and the Black Cloud (from Rudy)

Lets see, once upon a time, there was this traveling band of MISFITS and this LARGE BLACK CLOUD following them. As I recall it started with KIWI being late, then Whiteys alarm clock mal-function, Radical Rays Packard overheating, this all before we went One mile. On the Road, Whiteys left rear tire decides it going no further, along with his spare Ricki to the rescue having a spare with correct bolt pattern. Alls well, we think, 100 degree plus days, Knuckleheads removed their Cold,Cold air for the people who smoke, outside of all places. Beer was still cold and reasonable priced and food also. Tucker was still in. Show was crowded and it was just Friday. No place to park, to speak of. Friday night ONE HELL of a Party at A custom shop, owned by a Tall Black Chick, didn’t get her name, free BEER, Free food, and a hell’va lot of cars. UNTIL the all to Famous SALINA POOLICE arrived. End of Party. While slowly driving back to the Hotel my axle decided to go wherever this BLACK CLOUD puts this stuff. Called 4 tow services no one would touch towing me less than a mile. Finally one tow truck driver says I can do this, and he did. Storys not over yet. Mad dash to get my trailer, then 4 new tires, trip back, load car on trailer yeah! bet me. Still not over. We have the trip home yet. Same BLACK CLOUD, decides, OK what else can I do. Kiwi has a fuel pump spraying GAS all over his headers, fire wall, removing paint. Still more. Just found out the BLACK CLOUD wanted Grumpy air conditioning. I’m sure there will be another chapter. Now the rest of the Misfits that didn’t make this trip, BEWARE of the BLACK CLOUD. I don’t think He is done yet. Oh! I almost forgot The Wanderer and his Famous Feeding the Fish at the Park (nuff said on that subject). To be continued———–Rudy