Pizza, Hairspray, Power Chords, and Jesus

Day 11: Oklahoma City
McSaltys Pizza Venue

I awoke to the bus in motion. Nate had already been awake researching diesel mechanics so we could yet again try to fix our engine sputter once and for all. We had spent the night at a Walmart parking lot in Denton, TX, and after some heavy Googling, Nate picked out the most reputable sounding mechanic. We pulled into Advanced Auto Care and after a diagnostic we seemed to finally have a solid direction to look at regarding our bus issues. While waiting on the part to arrive one of the mechanics noticed that one of our rear inside tires was flat. When he took the tire off to inspect whether or not it could be repaired, we saw that the outside tire on the same side was any minute away from blowing out itself! Thinking we were faced with another bill of hundreds of dollars for just the tires alone, we were all feeling a bit dejected. The repair shop had an ace up their sleeve tho. They hooked us up with a used tire dealer that only charged us twenty bucks a tire. When the part finally arrived, we were informed that the warehouse had delivered the wrong one. The good news though, was when they tried to attach the wrong part they noticed a wire with a stripped casing that was shorting out, and likely causing some of the issues we were having. So, they fixed the wire, and we were off again, finally leaving Texas behind. We made our way up to Oklahoma City, having no issues with the bus the whole way… (If you’re of a superstitious sort, now would be the correct time to knock on a hunk of lumber, or cross something, or however that works!)
Oklahoma City has a unique vibe about it. One large skyscraper towers above the handful of smaller buildings in the skyline. One of the telltale signs of where we were was when Mochello went into a bar to promo, and was told by the old lady bartender that he should be ashamed of his red hair and embarrassed to go in public with it….
The venue in OKC on the other hand was a Mochello Shangri-La…. A pizza joint. He ordered a calzone, and according to the expert, it was one of the best ones to grace his palate…. Evah!
The headlining band was a Christian 80’s hair homage band. (Take a second, and let that sink in…) They even dressed the parts, and rocked out like the best of them, and it most certainly felt we could have been watching the opening act of a Poison concert, circa 1987. After the show, we packed up and headed toward Little Rock. After a few hours, (of thankfully issue free driving) we found a rest stop to sleep in. Cross Oklahoma off my ‘states visited’ map! Only a few left….