Once the pair crosses into Colorado, things get windy and stormy, and, for miles, no stations show up on the radio. The pair stop in a gas-station-slash-collectibles store-slash-beat-to-shite-trailer and T.O.C.E. buys a big pack of feminine hygeine products while three burly trucker types look on. The lady behind the counter doesn't even put them in a bag or nothin'.

Behold the approaching storm:


As the sun went down, the pair tuned into Delilah's inspirational radio program and got very inspired by all the crippled, sick single moms that were out on the North American continent, raising 140 foster kids on a budget and asking only for a dedication of "Wind Beneath My Wings" in return. Biggies C. and E. both found Delilah's choice of "What's Love Got to Do With It" for a 7-year old's shot out to her best buddy a little inappropo.

Here, C.apesh*t frowns outside Denver. Who knows whether its gas prices or 11-hours of T.O.C.E. monologuing that has her down.



Cheer up, big C. Only 72 hours to go!!!!