Our friendly storm dumped more than just snow across this fair land. Lexington, KY received more ice than one would wish on a Canadian. We played in the Thoroughbred Center (a stage meant of horse shows--it will take me some time to find the words to express the frustration of trying to perform on rubber bricks laid over sand) in the morning hours and were to return for an evening show. While waiting for the house technician to arrive so we could do sound check, the lights flickered, went out, came on, went out, came on, went out and stayed out. We waited in the darkness for a few minutes and the sponsor came in to say that a transformer had exploded and the entire area was out. The power company reported they could not get to it until late that night. We found ourselves with a canceled show--something to take comfort in--and a load out in utter darkness--something to commiserate. We could not wait until morning to load out as another show was coming in. The rear of the theatre had garage doors so that horse trailers could be driven in. My ASM ran to one of the vans to start drive it in, but the engine refused to turn over. We were certain our luck had run out. But I used my amazing powers of making people look foolish and walked up the vehicle and got it started with one turn of the key, much the chagrin of my ASM. We brought the van in and completed our load out without further incident.