most of the time i was passed out in the back, sitting on a steel beam that probably left me permanently bruised.. but whitesnake was a blast. ten or so of us packed into the beast and we traveled around the country like true americans, struggling up hills, screeching around turns.

from almost the first day it was obvious how anonymous i was: we skated around the mountains on dirt roads with no names and only one destination that wasn’t even on the map. quite a difference from today where everyone knows where i am, when i’m there, and where i need to be next.

that ride set the pace for quite a bit of the rest of the trip. about five of us held on to the front seat for dear life, choking down our nausea and fighting not to loose our lunch. shannon lost it on the side of whitesnake early, no surprise considering her performance the rest of the trip. tori made it to the top of the hill only to lose it after stepping out of whitesnake and onto solid ground.

ride on whitesnake.