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Written by Bill Anderson
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Wednesday, 04 July 2007 |
 We were somewhere in Arizona. An Indian reservation town for sure. It was probably 1990 or 91. We were in the middle of a seven-day Steve Gatorwolf tour. I was rooming with Louis Spicolli. In another room there was John Hannah, David Hannah and another guy named George Rojas. John and David were wrestling and Rojas was the referee or it may have been that John was refereeing and Rojas was just video taping the shows, I don't remember for sure, but those three were in a room.
One night we got done wrestling and John, David and Rojas said that they were going to the store down the street to get something to eat because they were starving. We said, "Guys, you should just stay in your room, relax. It's midnight. You're in backwoods Indian reservation country. You should just stay in your room."
They said, "No. What harm's it going to do? We're just going to go down the road to this store to get something. It's open 24 hours." They said they would get us when they got back because they were going to bring us something to eat, I guess.
We had a white rental van that we'd brought from California. So, they left about midnight. About 2 a.m., we'd not heard from them so we went and knocked on their door. There was no answer and the lights were off. We're wondering where they could be. We look out in the parking lot and notice that the van's not even back. Now, were getting really worried because these guys are in their early twenties and not that worldly.
Anyway, we go back to our room and watch some TV. The whole time, we're keeping watch out the door just waiting for the van to pull up. All of a sudden, about 3 a.m., a tow truck comes pulling into the parking lot of the hotel. We see the lights. We figured that it couldn't be those guys. It's about 3 a.m. and we go back to bed and watch TV. Then the door opens and we see a hand sticking through. We ask who it is and it's David and John Hannah. We asked them where they've been and what's going on. They told us that we'd better come out and look at the van. We were a little shocked by this. We were in the middle of a tour and this was our only transportation. We're 500-600 miles from home.
We walk out and there is steam coming out of the radiator. The front-end is pushed in like an accordian. The windshield's broken and their is %^&$ all the way from the windshield to the back bumper. We asked them what happened.
They explained that they were on the way to the store and they were talking. All of a sudden, they saw a cow going to the bathroom in the middle of the highway and they hit it! I asked, "How fast were you going? 300 miles an hour?!" As it turns out, they were going about 60 miles per hour and hit this cow and it literally knocked the crap out of the cow and all over the van.
The very next day, we called the rental place we rented from. They had a sister company in Phoenix and they brought us up a brand new van. We watched the wrecked van being loaded up on a flatbed tow truck. We all felt a little guilty because we had rented a brand new van and it was totalled.
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Last Updated ( Thursday, 12 July 2007 )
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