The finest bugs America's byways can offer have already started to smear on the windshield of caravan Dead Rider as they ripple and swerve through Texas. The bumpers too are thick with their crushed corpse, blown dry by the unstoppable hot winds that blow against the band as they commence their nationwide journey that loops them from the South to the West Coast, across the Great Plains and Midwest all the way out East. Summer turns to fall, and the gruesome U.S.-sights meld with the... (read more)

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