Mmmmm, kay. My laptop is still fucked up and I am sitting in an internet cafe right now since I promised more Burning Man stories as well I can never stray too long from the site I love 
The best way to get around the playa is on some mode of transportation, if not an art vehicle of some sort, then at least a bicycle. A friend and I were lacking in both one night so we decided to start walking on the side streets attempting to find his other friend's camp. We did not succeed in this mission and walked back on to the Esplanade so we could get a general idea of where we were by the location of the man. After checking a couple times to make sure we were looking at this correctly we realized we were dirrectly across from Thunderdome give or take a couple of camps on the other side of the playa. In other words we were pretty fucked since both of us were expeiriencing pain in our feet from walking so much and it is about midnight. We jump on a art car to rest our feet for a little bit and it starts driving. Idea! Hop on art cars until we can get back to Thunderdome. Easy enough right? Wrong. This paticular car moved a total of about 60 feet to another one of the rave camps that was playing even worse house music than the last. We get off this art car, find a fairly empty camp that has one of those cool lounge areas and sit our happy asses down to rest our feet. Half hour or so passes and we are getting tired. Once again trying to figure out what we are going to do and figuring that we are probably going to have to walk my friend realize he left my flashlight on the art car that has since moved to a different party. Analize situation: two tired people, about a mile or so from camp, no moon in the sky, both of us in all black of course, and no flashlight, people are on a smorgabord of drugs and flying around the open playa on their vehicles and taking the shorter way of cutting across the open playa would be somewhat of a deathwish but walking around the way we came did not sound like fun either.
For about five minutes now I have been hearing this rat-a-tat-tat noise coming from the open playa and I finally figure out what it is. Rogue! Our savior! Let me explain about Rogue. Rogue is one of the most kick ass art cars ever built. Straight out of a Mad Maxx film with flame throwers and 2 machine guns which unfortunatly do not fire anything but create a large muzzle flare and a whole lot of noise, this is my friend Kevin's car and guess where Kevin camps? Thunderdome of course.
My friend jumps off of the couch we were sitting on and I follow suit. The car is about fifty feet away and my friend starts waving his arms over his head and screaming Kevin as he runs toward the car. The car is not slowing down, the music is too loud but people on the back see us and instead of signaling to the driver they stretch out their arms to give us a hand up. I must take a break to say I am so proud of myself for jumping on a moving vehicle, not falling and actually doing it gracefully...I rule! I am sorry, it might not be that hard for someone else but I have to be one of the most ungraceful people in the world.
Now for the teaser....this entry is getting way too long. There is a little bit more to that night because our adventures did not end there and I will tell you about the untimely death of Rogue. So stay tuned, blah blah blah blah and I will finish the story later.
RIP Johnny, you wil be missed
The best way to get around the playa is on some mode of transportation, if not an art vehicle of some sort, then at least a bicycle. A friend and I were lacking in both one night so we decided to start walking on the side streets attempting to find his other friend's camp. We did not succeed in this mission and walked back on to the Esplanade so we could get a general idea of where we were by the location of the man. After checking a couple times to make sure we were looking at this correctly we realized we were dirrectly across from Thunderdome give or take a couple of camps on the other side of the playa. In other words we were pretty fucked since both of us were expeiriencing pain in our feet from walking so much and it is about midnight. We jump on a art car to rest our feet for a little bit and it starts driving. Idea! Hop on art cars until we can get back to Thunderdome. Easy enough right? Wrong. This paticular car moved a total of about 60 feet to another one of the rave camps that was playing even worse house music than the last. We get off this art car, find a fairly empty camp that has one of those cool lounge areas and sit our happy asses down to rest our feet. Half hour or so passes and we are getting tired. Once again trying to figure out what we are going to do and figuring that we are probably going to have to walk my friend realize he left my flashlight on the art car that has since moved to a different party. Analize situation: two tired people, about a mile or so from camp, no moon in the sky, both of us in all black of course, and no flashlight, people are on a smorgabord of drugs and flying around the open playa on their vehicles and taking the shorter way of cutting across the open playa would be somewhat of a deathwish but walking around the way we came did not sound like fun either.
For about five minutes now I have been hearing this rat-a-tat-tat noise coming from the open playa and I finally figure out what it is. Rogue! Our savior! Let me explain about Rogue. Rogue is one of the most kick ass art cars ever built. Straight out of a Mad Maxx film with flame throwers and 2 machine guns which unfortunatly do not fire anything but create a large muzzle flare and a whole lot of noise, this is my friend Kevin's car and guess where Kevin camps? Thunderdome of course.
My friend jumps off of the couch we were sitting on and I follow suit. The car is about fifty feet away and my friend starts waving his arms over his head and screaming Kevin as he runs toward the car. The car is not slowing down, the music is too loud but people on the back see us and instead of signaling to the driver they stretch out their arms to give us a hand up. I must take a break to say I am so proud of myself for jumping on a moving vehicle, not falling and actually doing it gracefully...I rule! I am sorry, it might not be that hard for someone else but I have to be one of the most ungraceful people in the world.
Now for the teaser....this entry is getting way too long. There is a little bit more to that night because our adventures did not end there and I will tell you about the untimely death of Rogue. So stay tuned, blah blah blah blah and I will finish the story later.
RIP Johnny, you wil be missed
paulnikon:
Please tell me pictures of Rogue exhist.
tarbaby:
ahhhhh....i feel i have an edge as i already know about the death of rogue. outrageous 