Whenever you hear musicians complaining about the hardships of touring and traveling, don't believe any of it for a minute. The adventure factor kinda balances out having to put up with free drinks and friendly women.
In 1973 we were driving to a festival in Arkansas, when my pal and I decided to drive up an old logging trail (I had a '64 Scout at the time) to camp for the night. The clutch went out about 5 miles up in the middle of Deliveranceland...while visions of "you got a real purty mouth" danced in our heads, we hiked down to the nearest town to find a mechanic and/or a tow truck. We stopped at a rundown general store, and explained our plight to the fella behind the counter. He wasn't particularly friendly until we mentioned that we were a fiddle player and a banjo picker. Well...did that ever change things...he told us that he just happened to drive a Scout, was a mechanic, and would be happy to tow us back to his store, drive to Little Rock, buy the part, and put it in for us. All we had to do was agree to play for him while he fixed it, then come over to a jam session, have some dinner, and meet his bluegrass buddies...hmmm...tough life....
I'll be out this month with the Two High String Band seeing what kind of trouble we can get into...we won't be in Arkansas on this trip, and we won't be driving the '64 Scout either....but if you see us on the side of the road, please stop and say hey....you might even get a tune or two if you can fix a Ford van...