100 Miles in 6 Hours, ii

So it was an ordinary day at the Late Night Players office, meaning that we were dodging semi’s to make it to the breakdown lane sans power steering while haggling with AAA to honor our free five mile tow. And if we were to rename Horse Cave based on what we discovered there, it would now be called Hours and Hours Waiting in A Gas Station and Two Hundred Twenty Dollars for A Tow Truck To Nashville and A Dry Chicken Breast Sandwich Cave.

The story of how we decided to get the van out of our temporary HQ in HC is really too boring for the attention span of anyone who does their reading on the internet, so I’ll skip it. But I will share some wisdom from our tow truck driver, as it pertains to tattoos and, in his words, “boobies.”

J. told us that if you rub salt and lemon juice into a tattoo on the day you get it, it will disappear. Part of his forearm is testament to this delicious and inexpensive alternative to a laser, and the rest of it illustrates what happens if you don’t perform the Horse Cave Scrub.

He also told us that if we hung a sign up in the back of the van that said “We Want to See Boobies,” we probably would. According to John (that’s his full name) you can get in trouble for exposing your breasts on 65, but not for asking, so we had nothing to lose. Now Johnny also portrayed the stretch of highway between Lincoln’s birthplace and Bowling Green as an erotic hotspot when viewed from the elevated cab of a tow truck, so his perspective may be skewed.