Laundromatt
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Last year my brothers girlfriend convinced me to go to the national rainbow gathering in Oregon , not really my scene but she used to ride freight a lot and wanted me to ride freight and hitch with her.
We rode one train and hitched the rest of the way up. We were in bend and hitched a ride from chill dude who bought us food and talked about to us about hanggliding or something. Anyways, we got dropped off right at the highway that would take us the rest of the way to the gathering. No longer than like a minute or two and this old beat up r.v. rolls up and stops to pick us up. They open the door and it's these scruffy dirty hippy kids and one of them yells to us "hop in , were riding ghetto" . It was this sketchy hippy couple, their friend, and their child. We get in and there's no doghousing thing to cover the engine, so the engine is right there and there's one kid sitting above the engine holding the carburetor down with his finger because that was the only way for the r.v to drive, there wasn't an actuall gas tank so they had this hose running into this gas can , all the while they were smoking cigarettes right next to the gas can which obviously was pretty dumb. We start rolling and this thing is not very mechanically sound, it's hella loud, there's fumes coming into the r.v , these dumb ass hippy kids dgaf. I felt really bad for the 5 year old who was running around having a good time but we're in this shitty r.v that we could explode in with this kid smoking next to this gas can and all these fumes and theyre getting schwilly.
Not too far down the road we have to pull over to let the r.v cool down, so we're hanging out next to this gas station just waiting. We are small talking and shit and I just didn't want to chill with these kids. They were talking about feeding the kid birdfood because she wanted to eat it or something, it was pretty dysfunctional.
After some time of waiting for the r.v to cool down we take off, we're just exiting the the gas station parking lot and all of the sudden coolant just starts spewing all about inside the r.v, the hippy kids were like "whooaaa duuudddee " so we stop back at the gas station and we start looking for the radiator cap that had apparently fell on the ground while they were letting it cool down. They find it and we keep going.
We drive for probably 30 miles or some shit and we start going up this pretty steep incline and I'm not feeling safe. I start having these visions of going down the decline in this r.v and the brakes going out and us just dying in this r.v with these crusty hippies. I tell Brittany (my bros gf) that we should just get dropped off, that I'm not trying to die out here like this. So we tell the driver that we want to get dropped off and they pull over and let us off in the middle of nowhere. It's not really so bad out there though, there was trees, grass, some creek, and we had enough supplies to campout for a night if we needed too. Anyways we start hitching again and after a few minutes another r.v rolls up but this time it's an actually nice one, not going to die in this one due to faulty brakes. It was two dudes from Portland who were pretty chill. They let us smoke inside , it was quite, and just a smooth ride. We tell them about the sketchy ass ride that we were just in and all that and thanked them for picking us up.
We continue on down the road and maybe another 30 or 40 miles down see the sketchy r.v pulled over with all the kids hanging out right next to it. The driver pulls over to see if they need help and we end up chilling with these kids again waiting with them for their shitty r.v to cool down. We end up leaving after an hour of waiting with these kids and safely make it the rest of the way to the gathering Where we all got sick and puked up most of the life within ourselfs. Yeaaa!
We rode one train and hitched the rest of the way up. We were in bend and hitched a ride from chill dude who bought us food and talked about to us about hanggliding or something. Anyways, we got dropped off right at the highway that would take us the rest of the way to the gathering. No longer than like a minute or two and this old beat up r.v. rolls up and stops to pick us up. They open the door and it's these scruffy dirty hippy kids and one of them yells to us "hop in , were riding ghetto" . It was this sketchy hippy couple, their friend, and their child. We get in and there's no doghousing thing to cover the engine, so the engine is right there and there's one kid sitting above the engine holding the carburetor down with his finger because that was the only way for the r.v to drive, there wasn't an actuall gas tank so they had this hose running into this gas can , all the while they were smoking cigarettes right next to the gas can which obviously was pretty dumb. We start rolling and this thing is not very mechanically sound, it's hella loud, there's fumes coming into the r.v , these dumb ass hippy kids dgaf. I felt really bad for the 5 year old who was running around having a good time but we're in this shitty r.v that we could explode in with this kid smoking next to this gas can and all these fumes and theyre getting schwilly.
Not too far down the road we have to pull over to let the r.v cool down, so we're hanging out next to this gas station just waiting. We are small talking and shit and I just didn't want to chill with these kids. They were talking about feeding the kid birdfood because she wanted to eat it or something, it was pretty dysfunctional.
After some time of waiting for the r.v to cool down we take off, we're just exiting the the gas station parking lot and all of the sudden coolant just starts spewing all about inside the r.v, the hippy kids were like "whooaaa duuudddee " so we stop back at the gas station and we start looking for the radiator cap that had apparently fell on the ground while they were letting it cool down. They find it and we keep going.
We drive for probably 30 miles or some shit and we start going up this pretty steep incline and I'm not feeling safe. I start having these visions of going down the decline in this r.v and the brakes going out and us just dying in this r.v with these crusty hippies. I tell Brittany (my bros gf) that we should just get dropped off, that I'm not trying to die out here like this. So we tell the driver that we want to get dropped off and they pull over and let us off in the middle of nowhere. It's not really so bad out there though, there was trees, grass, some creek, and we had enough supplies to campout for a night if we needed too. Anyways we start hitching again and after a few minutes another r.v rolls up but this time it's an actually nice one, not going to die in this one due to faulty brakes. It was two dudes from Portland who were pretty chill. They let us smoke inside , it was quite, and just a smooth ride. We tell them about the sketchy ass ride that we were just in and all that and thanked them for picking us up.
We continue on down the road and maybe another 30 or 40 miles down see the sketchy r.v pulled over with all the kids hanging out right next to it. The driver pulls over to see if they need help and we end up chilling with these kids again waiting with them for their shitty r.v to cool down. We end up leaving after an hour of waiting with these kids and safely make it the rest of the way to the gathering Where we all got sick and puked up most of the life within ourselfs. Yeaaa!
