
Or else I get a planeticket across the Atlantic.Good luck with the editing and postproduction.
The bite of cold night air rushing at my face.... I can hear the V8 purring under the hood... Hot air venting out the many louvers at the top keeping me from completely freezing to death...
I love my deuce...
Behind me, Jerry, towing the travel trailer and Jeff, towing the car trailer. Boy do I get the boys in trouble... If it wasn't for me and my crazy Hot Rod film idea, they would probably be home, dosing off on their couch, comfortable, watching some mindless TV show... Warm... Relaxed.... Lazy...
But now they are driving on a dark road late at night, following some crazy woman who is driving a 1932 roadster. without a windshield of all things. And she's wearing a ski coverall and leather aviator cap and goggles...

Never a dull moment in my company
...
We stop at El Pollo Loco cause that's the last joint that will be open past that point. We are a bit tired, especially Jerry and I who have loaded up all the gear (again) back in the truck... Yet, spirits are high and we are all laughs... We are excited about filming scene ONE of the film this week-end...
So let the good people of this world snoose on their couches with their TV set on tonight... On our end, we are going to make history or die trying
no matter what it takes and how uncomfortable it gets.
Back behind the wheel... The deuce carries me in its womb, carries me away from everything... Nothing is left but the road, the deuce and me...
And the sudden nagging realization that I have been too busy to memorise my lines for tomorrow's scene
...
AH RATS! I forgot. Too much to think about, I guess... 
And so, there, somewhere between Simi Valley and Fillmore, on the old 118 route, I started going over my lines and memorizing them... Letting the deuce do its hypnotic magic... 
11PM - We finally pull into the huge property, which is dark and quiet. We unhitch... I set up camp quickly. Jeff then drives Jerry to his hotel and they both leave... I remain all alone in the middle of this big deserted field...
I probably should be a bit scared, but I'm too tired. The boogie man can't kill me, I'M ALREADY DEAD LOL...
My head hits the pillow and I am gone is 2.5 seconds... Tomorrow is going to be a BIG day...
Sure hope that DP shows up!!