12-14-2005, 01:02 AM
Ok, so about 15 years ago I had this little Honda that was basically a rolling car stereo. The whole back seat was gone and had 4- 12" subs. In the front I made custom door panels holding an 8" midbass a 4" mid and 2-1" dome tweets. This thing had about 1200 wts RMS and absolutely rocked. Now, what does that have to do with the story? Just setting the stage...
So I'm up in Madison visiting my brother and we're 'shrooming in the middle of the day and racing down a country road. It's a nice summer day and I've not seen my bro in some time. We're jammin' to Triumph's "Fight the Good Fight", which is a very positive and powerful song-especially when you're tripping.
We come up over this hill and we're singing our lungs out and then" Whooomp, Thud, Thud Thud"!!! Damn! I pull over and we look back just in time to see this big dog limp to the side of the road and die. His little buddy comes up and sniffs him and seems to start crying.
We were devastated!! We just went from the highest high to the lowest low in milliseconds. No one was home so we left a note. That really sucked...
So I'm up in Madison visiting my brother and we're 'shrooming in the middle of the day and racing down a country road. It's a nice summer day and I've not seen my bro in some time. We're jammin' to Triumph's "Fight the Good Fight", which is a very positive and powerful song-especially when you're tripping.
We come up over this hill and we're singing our lungs out and then" Whooomp, Thud, Thud Thud"!!! Damn! I pull over and we look back just in time to see this big dog limp to the side of the road and die. His little buddy comes up and sniffs him and seems to start crying.
We were devastated!! We just went from the highest high to the lowest low in milliseconds. No one was home so we left a note. That really sucked...