Angel Gear

Old frieght trains rolling across the rust belt to the midwestern plains and to the wild mountains and canyons beyond. Lonely on ramps of the endless highways. The broken white line on the interstate speeding past from the cab of an eighteen wheeler. Dark, cold nights in dirty truck stop with burnt coffee. The valleys and foggy peaks of the blue ridge mountains to the rivers, washes and mesas of Utah's red rock country. Into the dry basins of the Sonoran Desert. This is where we have been, what we have lived, and where our songs have come from. Angel Gear is trucker slang for going down a mountain in neutral.