Winter Tour with The Speedbumps: Vermont

Hello from Vermont! It’s beautiful up here, and you should totally read the police blotter. It’s like “Subaru was driving excessively fast”. In Akron, it’s like “3 men stabbed in front yard of church”. The last time the Speedbumps were up here they got laughed at for locking their car door. Just a bit different than Brooklyn right?

So last night we all rocked out at The National Underground in Manhattan. We all had a good time.



It was really cool that almost everyone there was from Ohio. But yeah, after the show Erik and I ended up hangin with his friend who lived in NY. We got some Borscht, which was totally a mistake. I’ve been burping it up for the past day. Then Erik took (I think her name was Rachel…i’m so bad with names) Rachel home.

I hopped on the subway by myself with Erik’s pedal board in a brief case and took the N to Brooklyn. The whole time I tried to stand up cause it was late and I was exhausted. I knew if I sat down I would fall asleep. After about a half hour of standing I gave in and took a seat. I was literally the only one in the train, so you can guess what happened next. The last thing I remember was hearing the last stop in Manhattan. I had 2 or 3 stops into Brooklyn before I had to get off, then I woke up suddenly and jumped off the train to see where I was. Right then the doors closed and off went the train with Erik’s pedals.

I went to find someone who worked for the subway, but this was an unmanned stop. I ran up to the street and found a cop who pointed me to the next manned stop. I jogged down the rainy South Brooklyn street to the next stop where they operator told me to take the train to Coney Island. There was a chance that if I got there quick enough the train that I was on earlier would still be in the station and Erik’s pedals would still be there.

When I got to Coney Island, which by the way was only 2 more stops away, I walked into the office, they gave me a phone number to call and sent me on my way. Thankfully a police officer heard me ask if anyone had seen the briefcase. He took me on a few trains, but without knowing which train it was there was no telling if my train was halfway to Queens already.

I gave him my cell number, he told me he’d call if anything turned up, and I hopped a train back to 25th St. When I finally got off the train Erik was calling me wondering where I was and why it took me longer to get back than him. He’d taken a train to the upper East Side and back to Brooklyn. I told him what happened and he told me it was cool. I felt bad, so I stopped by Dunkin’ Donuts and grabbed a dozen tasty treats as a consolation for my mistake.

I walked to the counter and started ordering glazed, cream filled, chocolate with sprinkles, the works, and I got a call from a random NY number. Dude! it was the cop from Coney Island. He found the briefcase and said it was waiting back at the station. We could come by and pick it up whenever.

I was so relieved, but then I thought about it. Who would honestly touch a strange unattended briefcase on a subway in NYC. I know I wouldn’t, so thanks to the accidental shadiness of the situation I made it back to the house knowing that Erik’s pedals were safe, and I got a great story about the time that I fell asleep on the N and ended up at Coney Island. It’s too bad the Ferris Wheel wasn’t running, and the hot-dog stand was closed :(

So with literally no sleep and a few DD’s in me it made for a greasy ride today to Vermont.


That van can handle the snow up here, that’s for sure.