In the summer of 1988, I received a call from George Strait’s bus driver, saying I’d been recommended for a well-paying driving gig for an eight-week tour. He didn’t know who the gig was with, but thought it was Gloria Estefan and the Miami Sound Machine. Accepting the job, I flew to Indianapolis, met the owners of the coach, got in the bus, and drove to Minneapolis where I was to pick up the band at the airport. The guys who owned the bus had leased it through a broker out of Nashville and didn’t know who the principal was either. They only knew that the band consisted of five males and one female. At the airport, I didn’t know who exactly I was looking for, but as the passengers disembarked, I had no trouble spotting five musicians, and one road manager. I introduced myself and found out I was driving for Melissa Etheridge. I had never heard of her at the time, it was her first tour with a band, but I was soon to discover what an incredible rocker she is. On that tour we played all the major cities in the US and Canada. She, as well as the members of her group, were fun to be around, respectful, and very pleasant to work with. It was an enjoyable eight weeks.