Ridin' AZ shotgun...

I don't like grapefruit. Or peaches. But I pop into my mouth a few Vitamin C drops everyday and sometimes one of 'em is grapefruit... and I like it. Never would I eat a grapefruit, though or drink grapefruit juice... well, I suppose if I was starving but I just don't like it.

Similar thing with peach flavor and peaches. I used to like just fine peach Jolly Ranchers and then Peach Snapple Iced Tea... but never an actual peach. No, thanks.

Apples and oranges and kiwis and bananas and mangos and watermelon and cantaloupe and honeydew and grapes... sure. No peaches. No grapefruits. Sue me.

I don't know why I thought of that, it hasn't nothing to do with this...

some (other) randomness...

from my massive ginormous collection (numbering well into the dozens!) of personal photographs from through the years, here's a couple for maybe no other reason except to put something else up before I motivate this afternoon...

In my '67 VW bus, cruising westbound on I-40, I think this is west of Winslow, Arizona on the way into Flagstaff for the night.

A day or two after the Super Bowl in 1995, my friend Summer and I started the journey in the rural Virginia countryside, in the town of Sperryville, far from almost anywhere... heading down through Columbia, South Carolina & New Orleans, Louisiana, taking the southern route on the way to Fair Oaks, California which is right next to Sacramento. (She was moving there from VA

Shortly after that it was back to Salt Lake City for the first Grateful Dead shows of 1995 (and first in Utah since 1987) then back to Northern Cali for Mardi Gras shows in Oakland and then back to Salt Lake City for me. Whew. Somewhere in there there was supposed to be 3 Jerry shows at the Warfield which got canceled. Oh well... still a great trip... not including the fact that my bus had a cracked head requiring a 98 mile tow through the Mojave Desert at 2 in the morning which stranded me in Bakersfield for 3 days while Summer went on to Sacto via Greyhound. And also somewhere in there, after one of those runs of shows, I drove from Sacramento to Los Angeles and back, doing a favor for a friend driving him home and while down there I spent a couple days soakin' up the sun in LaLaLand. Man... I'm sure glad gas only coast like a buck and a quarter then!

(as usual, click to see bigger, if ya want)



Other pics from this journey: Texas - Earth - New Mexico

plus here's a GD shot from 1969 by Rosie McGee...