Are you traveling cross country and looking for the secret back roads to Bonnaroo that were mentioned in this Stereogum post a few years ago? Are you desperate to avoid an afternoon sitting in traffic, huffing exhaust and wasting gas that will probably be $2 a gallon more by the end of the weekend?
Well, you're seriously SOL. I don't own a car. I've only been to Manchester once and that was because I got lost on the way to the George Dickel distillery. I have no idea how to get to Bonnaroo—I was just trying to promote a show. I'm a tricky bastard like that.
Somewhere in the thread, our boy Richie Ghostfinger says to take Route 41, park at the Food Lion and jump the fence to the promised land, but who knows if that'll work.
Now stop emailing me, dammit.