This post goes out to Big Boy, our giant white box with wheels. This tour was his last voyage for us, and it's with fondness that we say adieu. Big Boy, you were the best van we've ever had. Even though you were insecure about your weight in the beginning and popped two rear tires under your big booty, you never stopped trying. Even when your gearboxes gave out, you let us liposuction your transmission. And though you were anything but nimble, it was your luck that got us around a few would be car crashes. So today we wipe the tears from our eyes and watch as someone else takes you by your fat hand and leads you on into a new life.
Got to take a minute and say thanks to our great friends the Joneses (all five of them), the Nashes, and Meg and Chris, Cardon E., and the Petersens., who all showed us lots of love while we were on the road. Thanks for all your ridiculous support, help, generosity, and for believing in Elizabethan Report. The admiration is mutual.
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I was in one of those almost wrecks....I would have been shot right through the front window.....but somehow....big boy came to a stop....
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