The car is reportedly fixed and we head out of Salina with the hope of reaching Denver. Scott wants to name the van Salina, which as we found out from the mechanic, is pronounced like "saliva." We make good time, going across a lot of the flattest land I've ever seen, and finally seeing the mountains.

On the way to a restaurant where they cut off your tie if you walk in with one on, Mike announces that either we have run out of gas, or something
else is causing the van to once again cease to move. We come to a stop at a rather dangerous spot on the highway. Mike for some reason decides she
might still have some life in her, starts her again, and goes another 25 feet or so, slowly. The van is now sitting on a triangular patch of pavement
between a busy highway and a busy onramp: 'certain fucking death' as I call it, so we get out and AAA receives yet another call. But after a few
minutes we flag down a passing tow truck, and he agrees to put us on his truck's bed and take us to a gas station. One thing we've been learning is
that mechanics are crazy but fun drivers. After putting us in the van on top of the truck and saying "hold on", this guy brazenly pulls onto the
highway, goes a few hundred feet, then turns around on a spot of dirt in the ditch between the halves of the highway, and gets going the other way.
This may not sound very crazy, but it is, and we're going to have some photos to prove it. A refueling gets us on our way again.

Dinner is a less adventurous affair, and by and by we find our way to the venue. It's a bar and by far the most professional venue of the tour so
far. We missed the first band, but they and their fans seem to have stuck around. While we play, they dance, and they dance as if there were country
or 50s pop music playing. It's very bizarre. At one point they even form a large conga line. I find it hard not to view this as some giant
sarcastic gesture, but it isn't one, which some prove by purchasing our CD.

We stay at the night at the Boulder, CO home of Renzo, boyfriend of Scott's sister. He's a sculptor/architect, and his home is littered with cool,
curvaceous sculptures, which we dreadfully fear knocking over as we make camp on the floor.