We were late into Bakersfield on Anthrax, and then late into San Berdoo, the bus wasn't going to run down to Beaumont. So the ticket agent put me and She Who Must Be Obeyed into a cab with another couple who had tickets to take them to Palm Springs. With 4 people and luggage I was forced into the front seat of the taxi(and it wasn't a Checker neither)with my guitar in the hitchhiking position(over my shoulder, in my lap) sticking into the back seat. For a 20 mile trip it wasn't bad. Still I would have preferrred to take the train all the way.

Mark Ross