By Barry Bluth
Soulshine is a song that has always meant something very special to me. I’m not really sure when it began, but it’s been one of those songs with meaning that struck a chord with me. Maybe it came at Lockn Festival, when my wife, Jen, and I stood about 10 feet from Warren Haynes as he serenaded us with Soulshine into Tupelo Honey back into Soulshine. That show was the most expensive ticket I’d ever laid my hands on, but it was her birthday, after all. It was a memorable moment that could not have been sweeter.
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The best-laid roadtrips often get blown out. This story begins about a year ago when Barry and Jen had a tire blowout on the road to Hulaween. Once home, Barry replaced Bertha’s crappy “Chinabomb” tires with what we came to realize – yesterday on Florida’s Turnpike – were another set of crappy Chinabombs. A blowout left us stranded on the roadside – with one tire shredded and another punctured, and the brass fittings of the LP gas lines serving the fridge and stove sheared off.
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When #RoadtripMojo went on the hunt for Facebook Like No. 450, the winning Like went to Ian Easton, a Gainesville, Fla., resident and big-time music lover. For his efforts, Ian landed himself a sweet double hammock.