Amazon-women came screaming mid-stream that he should see a psychiatrist.
An elk threw himself under the bus one late fall night in Jämtland and a deer got fronted mid-day in Norbotten. Åke Tjernell shortened the misery of
the mutilated animal with a passion stroke from a hammer while a woman stood screaming bloody murder at him. I have contemplated fixing the buss’ wounds but it’s impossible. Every dent, scratch and imperfection is a proof of love of how it has taken us home through thousands of miles and touring during soon one decade.
– You just don’t slab bondo on the scars of Blue Huey.
We came from a Krantz Challenge executed in sunshine in the small town of Gumboda Hed, Västerbotten. Just as we said our goodbyes something in the atmosphere exploded and the rain came pouring down. All electronic equipment was evacuated into the cargo space, the hatch was shut and Blue Huey welcomed us with dry warmth,
hot coffee and chocolate vanilla cookies. We dried, zipped coffee and watched the ground turn into small lakes outside the window.
The 610 c.i. motor with 300 horses slowly made its way off the festivity area. We headed south on E4. Three hours later a big bang echoed like canon shot through the entire bus. We stopped. The hatch alongside one side had opened during transit, standing straight out and came off as it hit one of the concrete overpass poles in Docksta. The hatch was on a toll and kept going into oncoming traffic and was run over by three cars. It looked like the annual review of Verizon. A catastrophy. When you thought it couldn’t get worse a sharp Emil Tjernell who had gone for an ocular inspection said:
– One guitar case and a parasol stand is missing from the cargo.
We realized the hatch had opened as Krantz hit the curb in 70 mph and the bus had heeled aside 12 miles north. With a wide open cargo space the guitar went flying out somewhere. Had the guitar been run over? Splintered against a road barrier, “found” and forever gone. Åke stopped a car and hitch-hiked north. Myran started combing through the roadside. A brother-in-law joined the search team by car and the search started along the entire Skule forest. Krantz stayed
with the bus, moped around and loaded the dented candy paper of a steel hatch. The guitar which turned into a life companion, carefully chosen with maple neck and special options – gone.Pin striped by Samuel Strand, hugged on stage, in rehersal and in livingroom sofa – gone.
An hour pass by. One and a half.