"Let's go surfin' now! everybody's learnin' how! come bn a safari with me! ” Fred f Schneider had read it in the dossier, and it'd really set the hook in him. It was no coincidence that the B-52's became the keepers of Brian Wilson's harmonies. The big cheese at Ft. Benning, Georgia, ordered a B-52's strike, and the group was ferried down the coast to perform the task in a Grand Prix PBR, a pretty common sight on the highways of America. After securingtheLbetfcFThead the group indulged in a little R & R and it was just Tube City^Moments after this pic was snapped, Fred crouched down and asked no one in particular, "Do you smell that? Do you smell that? Nitro, son. I love the smell of nitro in the morning...! coulda been a contender, but Cindy don't surf..."