New Year's Eve was spent at a kick-ass party in San Fran. There was a poster for the Symbiosis Gathering. Yeah, yeah, another trippy hippy New Age desert party, well, I don't care, the shit is fun, and besides, it aligns with an upcoming annular solar eclipse.
Annular Solar Eclipse of 20 May
So, yeah. Not total, but it'll do. I'll hecka go to Pyramid Lake to dig on that and get down with white boys in dredlocks who think they're anti-establishment neo-hippies and not really just annoying white boys in dredlocks. When we was their age we used to go up there into the hills west of the reservation and fire semi-assault rifles up the canyons and dig on the echoes roaring back and the smell of gunpowder. I'll not forget when the exhaust system shook apart from my old car and we stood it up in the sand and used it for target practice. Good times then, and more good times to come, though probably without firearms, sadly.
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@Don: "get down with white boys in dredlocks who think they're anti-establishment neo-hippies and not really just annoying white boys in dredlocks. When we was their age..."
Heh.
Drifters don't have dreds but they have the attitude. And little Japanese cars with body armor and blatting brat mufflers.
When we was their age <g> we learned that hanging an annoying exhaust does nothing more than attract the establishment in the form of men with lights and sirens and guns and that there is no substitute for cubic inches.
There's a lot to be said for pointing 6 or 700 horsepower down the long, downhill back straight into the brake-chomping Turn 9 on the now-defunct Riverside long course or not lifting heading to Turn 4 at Bridge or catching air up the three-story hill at Lime Rock. You can't do any of those in a "drifter" if you catch my drift.
Kids. Sheesh.
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