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Day 3: 8/10/02:
- 8:38, hittin' the road again
- We made it to the Slow
Gherkin show without too much ado.. It was dark, we
couldn't read the road signs, but we found it
- There were hella plastic hoochies
in downtown Fort
Collins. They were all named Buffy.
- We went to the door to say we
were on the guest list and it was full. I went around
back and found the manager guy from the Huxtables and
he tried to get us in. After about three tries we finally
got one of us in for free and AJ bought us a beer. The
door guy was a dick
- The show was fun, and smoky. The
Huxtables, Plus Ones, and Slow Gherkin were all peachy.
- We hung out for a while after
the show (wow, some semi almost killed us just now merging
onto 25N) and drunk Olympic beer, which gave me the spins
and a headache right quick, then headed out to set up
camp in some guys back yard. We showed up at the house
only to find about 5 hootchies and a handful of bros setting
up to drag race down the street right next to the house.
[We sort of stood there and tried
to ignore the 6 person block party that was happening
out front of the house we thought we were supposed to
be at. We were pretty lost, and weren't sure if we were
setting up camp in the wrong back yard]
- Confused and tired, we set up
the tent and went to sleep listening to the sweet sounds
of a two stroke bike racing up and down the drag strip
next to the house
- Shortly after motorcycles left,
the party showed up and I got to lay there listening to
a couple of girls talk about how loaded they were and
how they thought the Huxtables were gay. [Like,
oh my gawd!]
- We got up this morning bright
and early, Brian got up and made sandwiches while I packed
up camp. It was already getting hot so I made quick work
of folding Brian's belt and wallet up in the tent. He
was mad.
- We said goodbye to the Gherkins
that were awake and hit the road, we're 20 miles out of
Nebraska [We had no idea of the
horrors that lay ahead of us. Never drive through Nebraska...
it may have the word "ska" in its name, but
believe you me... it's not fun or interesting in any way]
- 11:32, We've gone 100 miles, and
are just barely out of Cheyenne. Brian Missed the 80 east
exit, then I led us on a wild goose chase trying to find
a bison farm. Looks like we're not gonna make it to Lincoln
until late... Big suprise. [if you
took a look at a map with our path on it, it'd probably
be in the shape of a pentagram or something... there's
nothing quite like the moment that you realize that you
should've been driving towards that "dot" on
the map, rather than the words describing the dot... especially
if that dot happens to be 30 miles west of those words.
suck.]
- We stopped and got groceries and
gas. We also got a big ol' piece of posterboard and are
making our own postcards out of them. Some guy kicked
us out of a real nice shady spot behind his liquor store...
Evidently we were making people nervous. Evidently he's
an asshole. [I sent a postcard home
to my mom about the incident, and it was quickly inflated
into a run-in with the law and a high speed chase... maybe
since the postcard was hand-drawn, she thought I was sending
it from the pokey, all drawn up with indian ink on compressed
toilet paper...]
- 11:44, we are approaching a curve
in the ever straight I-80. Jubilation.
- 12:18, Huge
lady of peace... Took some pictures with this other
huge lady glaring at us from her mobile home.
- 12:42, that truck needs to stop
passing us... Its full of John deer equipment. [Brian
Sez: I passed this huge semi, and next thing I know, that
same semi is totally riding my ass. So, I got out of the
way for him. Then he wasn't going fast enough anymore,
so I passed him again. Once again there he was on my ass
.2 seconds later. This happened like 4 or 5 more times.
It didn't mater how fast I went, he would always catch
me. It was starting to really freak me out, so eventually
I decided not to pass him anymore. I was glad when he
got off the road.]
(Brian)
- Nate made an "I farted"
sign and showed it to the drivers are we passed them in
stinky parts of Nebraska.
[damn... there were a lot]
- Used "Boobies" sign
a little.
- Went to archway
monument in Kearny NE. I guess it was sort of cool...
you know, for Nebraska. There was a tour thingy, but it
cost $ and I am sure it was way lame. Got harrassed a
couple of times for having a skateboard in my hand. [It's
hard to being harrassed about skateboarding by a guy dressed
up in full cowboy regalia seriously... I was hoping he
would start using his character accent on us...]
- B.T.W. There is now reason you
can't see all Nebraska has to offer in pictures.
- Cowboy. Macho. Party. (Best biker
shirt ever) [I wish we had snapped
a picture of that one... our loss]
- So, way back in Cheyenne, Wyoming,
the freeway said all exits Cheyenne. Kinda weird. Its
been like 350 miles since then and we are still seeing
exits for Cheyenne. It's really freaking me out.
- The key to beating the heat in
Nebraska is, whatever you are doing, make sure you are
doing it at at least 85 mph. [did
I mention we did this whole trip with no A/C? Well we
did... we were one step away from being in a friggin covered
wagon. swear to god.]
- 5:29pm, Oh God why?! Traffic has
stopped, I hate Nebraska.
- Fuck that guy behind us
- 5:34, traffic done. The car had
already finished burning :)
- 5:40, Friend NE
- KOA 6:38 575 miles
onward to day 4! >
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