Rhoads-fan, to which part of my post are you referring to that you think i should post pictures of? lol
LMAO. yes. yes we were, Randy. I just remember that Stupid was out of the picture very soon after that day, because that's when I started draggin you around on my "adventures" - lol.
The other day, when i was talking to Randy on the phone, and told him i was going to create this thread, he asked me if i was going to bring up "the trifecta"... i said hell yeah. that's the best part.

and because i can actually work that into something Rhoads related (and weird) - it works out even better!
Randy Perry used to tell me that he always knew, when he was going to hang out with us, that one of three things were going to happen: 1. somebody was gonna get drunk. 2. somebody was going to get into a fight. 3. There would be cops.
well, as it turns out. we had this one little "outing" that ended up having all three things happen - and RP so affectionately refers to this incident as "The Trifecta"
so... i call Randy up on the phone one day and say "hey, we're going on a roadtrip for the weekend to New Braunfels and go tubing down the river.... get your stuff, you're comin with us." which, of course, he did. i think he couldn't resist going places with us because he was so curious to see what the hell was going to happen THIS time. nobody can look away from the train wreck, you know. lol. and we were so.... WILD and free spirited, and Randy is so.... reserved and... well planned. lol. anyway... me and my friend Debbie and Randy all get in my car and we start heading to New Braunfels. It's about a 4 hour drive. After being in the car and engaging in all manner of conversation, including randy's theory on NOT eating at Dairy Queen (he says all Dairy Queens have dead flies in their window sills. lol. and yes, we of course then HAD to stop at a Dairy Queen to eat, because of my counter-theory on it being the only place you can go in and order a "Dude." and yes, there were flies in the window sills. i'm aware that all of you won't "get" this is you don't know what DQ is, or anything about their menu. but i digress.) - so me and Debbie keep speaking of this fourth person, Caleb, who was with us - but Randy's like "WHO are y'all talking about?!" because there is no one else in the car. Or so he thought. As it goes - my friend Debbie's 16-year old son had been killed in Florida a year or two earlier, and was cremated... so her and I would take these road trip and we would take some of Caleb's ashes with us, and then find some really cool, scenic, tranquil place and scatter his ashes there. He never got to see the world, so it was out "thing" we did - we always took him with us if we were going somewhere he would have liked to have gone. But, anyway, the only thing we had to put him in was this little jelly-belly tin. And randy was like totally tripped out for a few minutes once he realized WHAT was in that tin. Anyway - our plan was to meet my sister (also named Debbie) and her friends out there and then all hang out that weekend and go tubing. We get there, we camp that night and get up and go to the river - go tubing that whole day - except that my sister and her group kind of took off and left us behind. oh, and at one point, we stopped to scatter shes and Randy was going to scatter some too, and my friend insisted he was doing it wrong and next thing you know she dropped the jelly-belly tin in the water and Caleb turned into mud. At the end of the day when we got out to return our tubes and go back to camp, we discovered that my sister's boyfriend at the time, who drove us there, had LEFT us there at the river. eventually he passed out at camp and my sister took his truck and came and got us. by then, though, i was furious, and out for blood. so we get back to camp and i ended up yanking him out of his tent (in his tighty-whiteys) by the hair of his head and commenced to kicking his ASS. this didn't end well. so, we (the one's i came with - Debbie and Randy) decided to leave. Now mind you, I had been drinking beer allllllllllllllll day long on the river, AND was still super mad. Ended up runnning a redlight. Guess who had the green light? New Braunfel's Police Officer. So, naturally he pulls me over. Scolds me, and asks me to get out of the car. So i left Debbie and Randy in the car - with the jelly belly tin on my dashboard sitting there open so Caleb could dry out. I had to take the whole sobriety, walk a straight line heel to toe, etc. YAY. Debbie is in the car touching the tin and saying "come on Caleb, help us out of this one..." and randy's just like "what the hell?!?" - trifecta. beer. fight. cops.
how this relates to RR: that same friend, Debbie, and I took a road trip to Ft. Lauderdale, Florida (where her son passed away) to visit her other son, Seth. I had no idea that driving through Leesburg was on that path - but right when we got to the sign that said "Leesburg next 4 exits" or whatever, it came a downpour of rain that was... truly... like no other rain i had seen before. it was SOOOOOO strong and SOOOO intense that you could NOT see to drive at all. every car on the highway had to pull over on the shoulder and sit there and wait for it to die down some. and evertime it would die down, and we'd pull out on to the highway again, and it would kick right back up just as bad and we'd have to pull right over again. this happened non-stop for almost 2 hours (should have taken us like 5 minutes to drive this distance) and when we finally got to the "leaving leesburg" sign - it totally cleared up and was all sun shining and not a DROP of rain. it was friggin' bizarre. almost like it (the town) didn't want us to leave, or at least wanted us to take notice of just exactly where we were. And yes, we had the jelly-belly tin with us, too. lol.
I will post a few other stories later in the thread. can't give em all away at once, ya know

Thank you to evryone who has participated. Matty - you did wonderfully
RRElectricAngel - something in your post caught my attention, and i think you captured exactly what i was trying to kind of get to in this thread (aside from the fact that it's also fun to tell my RP stories. lol) - that Randy Rhoads fans... REAL Randy Rhoads fans (not just bandwagon jumpers who are out to get close to his family and kiss their butts and then tell everyone "oh, i know these people - look at me, see how great i am?" - the REAL ones, always feel this weird connection to the man and his music.... and to eachtoher. Like you said, it's almost like you meet people for a reason - or like it's so coincidental that it NOT conincidental. When I first read TDTMD, I had never heard much about the plane crash itself. the names of the people involved, etc. And it wasn't until I read RP's page that I realized that the people who own flying Baron are named Calhoun... which is also my last name. And my family is actually from that area. It just kind of hit me as odd the first time i read it. I went on in life to become really good frined with a man named Buddy Miles (drummer for the Band of Gypsys) and one day he, out of the blue, starts talking about these Calhoun Twins dudes that sing country and have tour buses. I was like "DUDE. you KNOW them?" he's like "yeah... used to use their buses and stuff" - tripped me out. Anyway, I have always had their peculiar connection to RP since the first day i ever talked to him. Weird coincidences. Especially realted to randy Rhoads. )granted, i know that was the initial bond that brought us together and that we are both fans so naturally, it would seem that way... but some things are just REALLY weird. Like the fact that I just noticed the other day that he joined this site (a Randy Rhoads site) on December 1, 2007. and December 1 is my birthday. *cues x-files theme song*
quid pro quo... y'alls turn
