Beat on the brat
The days are going fast, kids. At this point I’ve got four days left before the trip. And I’ve still got a list of things to take care of on the Bus:
- Install DC outlet
- 30,000 mile tune up
- Install H4 headlights and relays
- Oil change / valve adjustment
- Replace front door handles with ones that actually lock
- Install SVDA distributor
- Fix fresh air vents
- Fix dome lights
- Make / install curtains
- And most certainly more.
Am I going to get it all done? You’re damn hell right I am. I got jack-ass nothing to do from morning till five every day. There may be a few hiccups, though. The following parts have yet to arrive:
- Door handles
Hey Mr. Postman!
It’s too hard to stay here and I don’t want to leave
My excitement towards the road trip has been overshadowed in the past two weeks by the realization that I’m going to be leaving behind some very good friends and that I won’t be seeing some really fantastic people after the end of this week, barring occasional visits. Good luck to all of you and goddammit, raise some journalistic hell! I fully expect to catch some of your bylines burning out the pages of magazines around the world.
Also, what kind of moron goes back to the midwest for the summer? I live in Oregon, one of the most beautiful, action packed states in the union — which is even more awesome in the summertime. Because I’m in a list kind of mood, let’s count off what Iowa and Oregon have, respectively.
- amazing camping
- amazing hiking
- amazing beer
- amazing mountain biking
- prairies (between the road and the cornfield)
- sporadic amazing beer
- decent mountain biking
- 90 percent humidity
To my friends and family back home, if you didn’t know before you know now exactly how much I love you. But don’t think it’s enough to just be you. Hell no. You jokers better step up your game. Shit, you’re filling in for the pacific ocean, mountains, deserts, amazing camping, amazing hiking, amazing mountain biking, amazing beer, surfing and climbing. And you’ve also got to offset the taco bell, trailer park, crack-baby emissions of the juggalos. Good luck.
P.S. - If there are hipsters in Iowa now I’m just gonna stay here. Hipsters + Juggalos = No.