[pete3799]

My wife and i stopped at a truck stop in Virginia. There sat a tour bus at the fuel island.
We both wondered who it might be.
We sat in the restaurant and figured the 5 or 6 guys at the table in the corner must be them.
Didn't ring any bells.
Our check came and these guys are ahead of us at the cashier.
This place had (it's a discount fuel/fast food place now) signed pictures of a bunch of country western stars on the walls and a few of the guys were checking them out so my wife asked if any of them were up there. Guy says "don't think they'd like our kind of music".
We head back to our rig and do some paperwork then head out. The bus is gone when we round the fuel island.
About a half hour south on 81 and there's the bus on the shoulder with the rear engine lid up and two guys looking in scratching their heads.
So i slam on the binders and pull in behind them, get out, and ask whats up as he's wiping the dip stick with what looks like a brand new T-shirt.
Motor won't even turn over so i ask if can give them a ride to the next truck stop (this is before cell phones) so the one guy says yeah let me grab my briefcase.
So in he climbs (my wife sat in the sleeper) and i've got the brakes released waiting for a break in traffic so i can pull out when another bus pulls off on the shoulder behind me.
I tell the guy and he looks in the mirror and says that must be Huey (still no bells going off) so we get out and discover that it's Huey Lewis and the fellows in the broke down bus are the Tower of Power horns. Got free tickets to the show in Roanoke,VA but i had to pass as my load had to be delivered the next morning in Memphis,TN.
My wife is still pi$$ed.