Welcome to Greenville

Well, a lot has happened since the last time I've been able to be on a computer. It's been about a week I guess, and I need to recap.

We were off to a good start out of my Grandpa's driveway in Savannah Ga, to Anderson. We made pretty good time if you were to subtract the hour and a half we spent broke down at some random gas station.

Found out the problem was just a wire had come off the coil, and wouldn't start back up (NOTE:coming soon- machanic page where we will discuss such issues with other fellow VW owners).



Now with 30.00 more dollars in our pockets and full tank of gass, we finally reached Anderson SC where we had worked out to stay with John's sister. We had a good night, and I enjoyed watching John laugh as he ran into old friends at the local bar.

After a few good days and meeting most of John's family, John wanted to go visit his grandparents in Greenville on the way up to Asheville. We had a good visit but as we went to pull off, Herman decided he didn't want to leave so soon and chose to drop his CV joint right there in front of John's Grandparent's driveway. So, what do you do? With limited tools, we called for some advice, spent the afternoon in the coffee shop downtown, slept in the buss that night, and fixed it the next morning.



We got the CV joint fixed, and ready to go,but when you include all the driving around we'd done the past few days, not to mention beers and food; you guessed it. We didn't have enough gas or money to make it to Asheville.



Greenville's not such a bad town I guess.



We found a parking garage with an outlet that seemed to be perfect for camping out over the weekend. So there we sat. We were fortunate to walk around downtown with our guitars, hit some open mic nights, and book some shows for a couple weeks out, but we were still dirt broke. Thankfully, we had made a little money on the street and bought plenty of ramon noodles and ciggarettes. Life is still good. With gig's in sight, we'd just wait it out in the parking garrage over the weekend and play it cool around town driving as little as possible.



We learned pretty quick that hot coffee and breakfast was easy. It's called Hotel complementery breakfast.Yeah buddy! We were able to stock up on all the oatmeal, muffins, and cerial one could ever want.



The POLICE!

lol at the Greenville parking garage was our first little run in. I know you guys were waiting on a story like this... probably some of you wondering how long it would take. Well yeah. Late on sunday (in this free-nights-and-weekend parking garrage) we were dead asleep when we heard this really loud pounding on the outside of the buss. "Boom! BOOM!" "Greenville Police! Open up!" came the booming voice outside the van. We just froze and lay motionless as the bright light shown through our curtain covered buss. I felt the need to whisper, "It's the police!". I don't know why. It was an automatic reaction okay! John just gave me this, 'no-shit' look.

We heard the voice again talking outstide to someone else about some guys description that did not resemble John's.



"They are legal to be here. They have the sticker", we heard him say. "If they stay over the allotted time, then I can have it towed, but that's all I can do. If you see him again, just call 911 and ask for Greenville Police. For now, they are legal to be here, but just can't be plugged into the outlet."

We went back to sleep only to wake up and find they had unplugged us from the wall.

We drove out to our alternate parking spot accross town at three monday morning.



The discription of the man they were looking for matched that of another homeless man we'd seen, and later found out shared the same parking garrage.