Ricky Bobby

Duane Schultz cracks me up. You Powell Riverites might remember him from his days at CHQB, where he worked as a DJ many moons ago. He is currently making me laugh by employing his “Sold my soul to the devil” radio persona, where he is enthusiastically working on trying to get me some form of sponsorship or support for this trip. When I first conceptualized this voyage, it was more in terms of a “I wonder how many hours I can sleep in my car on the side of the highway without the authorities being alerted?” frame of mind. Now I catch myself uttering phrases such as “Momma wants a gold-plated iphone” and contemplating how I can sew sponsorship patches on my new Ricky Bobby jacket. Not really, but I don’t think I’m too far off either.

Shake and bake!