Hi it’s Dean Hill here! Many years ago at 18 I took a road trip with a friend named David. We travelled from Victoria down to Mexico. Coming back across the border into the States we had my car, an old Mazda, pretty much taken apart. The customs guys were looking for weed. We were long hairs so yea, of course we get hassled. We travelled right across the USA and finally headed north to Canada where after many weeks of freedom we were forced to rake leaves from my Grandmother’s giant lawn in Portage la Prairie Manitoba for our room and board. Then back home to the Island. The entire time we played over and over and over Santana’s Abraxas. Magic times. Magic memories. Some background on the masterpiece here.