Matt aka Sparks
Active member
So it was a day started off bad, I woke up to a pounding noise and a cop and a few workers staring at me curled up in my bag riding an IM to Chicago. The town was Mt. Morris, IL. I got up shoved my shit in my bag and started rolling a cigg, making casual conversation with the ones the so rudely awoke me, just acting like I had done nothing wrong. They day starts getting way better immediately. The workers kicked me down a pair of gloves, and bull shitted with me about how much they hated trains and how much I loved them and the cop was as friendly as can be. As it turns out he used to catch fish to give to hobos as a kid. Anyway the cop wrights me a ticket but files it as a traffic violation and as soon as the workers left gave me directions on how to sneak around the yard and catch back out. I decided not to push my luck and just hitch the rest of the way as I was only 140 miles or so away. My first ride wasn't anything special, only 7 miles down the road to the next town where I was able to grab some hot grub. The next ride though was awesome as fuck. The dude was only able to take me 30 miles but he stopped by his house to make me a couple sandwiches, when we got inside he commented on the smell of his house saying "it was the cats... and the bud drying in the other room." Unfortunately it was all too wet for him to kick any of that down though he did give me a handful of Vicodin. The really cool part was he commented on my alice pack, saying he had a bunch of them up stairs and I could have one if I wanted. Mine was pretty beat up so I accepted an followed him up stairs. This guys had tens of thousands of dollars worth of military surplus gear both current U.S. issue and WWII/WWI era stuff. As well as some foreign military gear. He ended up kicking me down the new alice, a desert storm sleeping bag rated to -50 with a water proof cover and compression sack that makes it all the size of a basket ball, a new belt, half gallon rubber canteen that clipped to belt, ammo belt pouch, some misc straps, water purification tablets, and a few other pouches. He would have gave me more but I didn't want to carry it all. All in all a pretty fucking sweet ride. Then icing on the cake, as soon as he dropped me off the first person I seen smoking I bummed a cigg off of smoke me out. Then some old guy gave me five bucks outta nowhere. Not a bad day at all.