What the hell is going on and why do we smell like Transmission fluid?
Monday, June 6, 2011 at 10:34AM After a long haul up the east coast and back, the month of May was spent with each Beauville taking time to himself to ponder his place in the universe and lick some wounds.
Jason went deep sea fishing, played with his dog and opened a project studio. Max went camping and grew a beard fit for a woodsman. Shawn fixed his Triumph Bonneville, and killed a 1966 Mercedes 250se during a test drive.
The boys got in a Tascam 48 Reel to Reel, and a matching vintage analog console. It got hot as hell in Florida. And now it is June.
The tourvan (#3) is beat, and being retired. Tom Cruize Control will be put out to pasture. Like an alcoholic uncle that you can no longer take anywhere, Tom guzzled and vomited only the most expensive full synthetic transmission fluids all over I-75. This, like the alcoholic uncle makes anyone nervous about showing up anywhere on time without altercation. We will miss your leather heated seats, Tom. But we will not miss the lack of legroom.
So, friends, it looks like it will be a hotter than hell summer. We will likely not be back on a long tour until August, but we will be sticking it around the Southeast. Friends from West and North If you are down south give us a shout.








