Gregg, Chris and I had the pleasure of traveling 2/3 of the way across this great land in order to give Mo some means of transportation. It started on a Wednesday afternoon and progressed into a pants pissing trip that the boys at National Lampoon couldn't write on their best of days. If you have to be confined in a car for a day and a half, it couldn't have been with two better co-pilots. NY/NJ was a breeze, PA was long but we cruised thru without complaint onto the Ohio Tpk. Into Indiana, things were starting to get cramped.(that damned probe, going from Sayville to Oakdale gave you Charlie horses) 13hrs in, halfway there according to Mo(not to good at math),litte did we know! We were getting punch drunk, the close confines, the mix of doritos,mcdonalds,funyons,pepsi and their byproducts made for an intoxicating scent that caused us to become semi-retarded. Gregg had shit in every state, and Chris and I wondered if it was his stomach if he just wanted to be able to say that he had shit in every state. Illinois and Iowa, this f*cking trip is becoming a pain now, we can't feel our legs, we have listened to every Billy Joel song ever recorded, and we were on to Elton John. We knew going in that Pennsylvania and Nebraska would be long, but where the hell did Iowa come from. Nothing but corn and corn. The jokes to this point had been focused at each other, but now Mo was our favorite target. That was until Gregg almost ran over Corky. We were 5 miles outside of Nebraska and gassing up to start the 5hr state. Pal pulls past the pump, starts to back up and just misses the handicapped kid who is dumping out the garbage cans. "LOOK OUT CORKY!", I must have said it a little louder than I thought, just enough to get everyone's attention. Tears streamed down our faces, we had cramps in our stomach from laughing. The straw had broken the camels back. It went down hill from there, we made fun of everyone we saw. People looked at us as if we were on drugs, and we looked at them in the same way. We were normal!

l, they were the freaks. Out of Nebraska, into Colorado almost there, yeah right. This is when we started to hallucinate, we talked to cattle. Then the engine light goes on, just as we start to climb the Rockies. Chris informs us that he's afraid of heights when we are on a two lane road 11,000 feet above sea level. When we pulled into the resort town of Aspen, playground of the super-rich, we were three crusty,cracked-out,sleep-deprived weirdoes about to drink all the beer they had. Aspen never knew what hit it. That trip will always, always make me laugh. (And now cry) My jokes will never be as funny, because I lost my best audience, but I will never forget the laughs. It could have been a look, a one liner, anything and his laugh was so contagious that nobody could keep a straight face. Remember the laughs.

Kevin