Road Teaser

If you have ever wondered what it is like to travel in a VW bus, these little trailers depict the feeling and experience wonderfully.

I've actually met one guy who is in this movie on our last trip down south.

Check 'em out!

 

Preparations...

With six weeks or so left before the escape, the preparation list is growing.  Today, as I walked through my suite, I realized how much stuff has accumulated over the past year.  Not everything is junk, but I mean, what the hell?!?  Why do I need all this... this stuff?   When I see my life from this point of view, I cant help but feel like, "I am Jack's raging desire for the material world" (if you haven't seen Fight Club, watch it... now!).  So, as Tyler Durden would say, "It's only after we've lost everything that we're free to do anything."

For those of you who like music, heres a goodie.

The State of my suite.

Winter Is Coming.

Have you ever noticed that no matter how crazy a dream you're having, it never occurs to ask yourself "how the hell did I get into this"?  This simple awareness could prove very useful in a lot of dream scenarios.  For example; the classic, being chased by a terrifying, blood thirsty beast of some sort.

Well, as it just so happens, I had the classic beast chase dream last night.  This time the beast was a giant grizzly bear and I was in a wintery forest trying to flee through three feet of snow.  Now, heres another dream conundrum for ya, why is it so bloody hard to run fast??!  As it turns out, I was with my dad and cousin and they were fleeing the snarling bear too.  Somehow though, my dad was running, or should I say, hydroplaning across the snow.  He turned into a young Husain Bolt, and my cousin was even faster!  Needless to say that left me last in line (which is a horrible spot when a beast is chasing you) and about to be grizzly lunch.  Of course, I woke up before the Grizz sunk its teeth into me.  And as I lay in bed trying to catch my breathe, the meaning of this dream swept over me like a warm mexican wave.

Now, I dont care what zee good Dr. Freud's psychoanalysis would have to say.  For me the meaning was simple, get the hell out of here before winter eats my ass!


Heres some random shots from this morning.

Hound Dog

Forgotten tomato

Early morning sun

New Blog, New Trip.

The Intro.

Well, the weather is starting to suck!  My joints are starting to ache, and its getting really shitty to put on a cold, wet wetsuit! (this is my blog, so I can bitch all I want).  But, you know what that means kids? Yep, you're god damn right.  It's time to pack up and head out before the ice and snow and White Walkers block our escape route...

With that being said, I think its only appropriate to start this new blog by introducing the members of this faithful journey.

The Members.

Name: Stella. 

Age: 27 (1985)

MPG: anywhere from 16 to 20mpg, depending on elevation, wind direction, road temperature, moisture of air, and her ever changing mood.

Experience: Vast.

Additional Stats:  Sleeps 4, solar powered refrigeration, propane stove, running water. And yes, I know what you're thinking, she is a 4x4.

Name: The Grumbler aka Lars (when Bryn's riding).

Age: 35 (1977)

MPG: Too many to count.

Experience: Who knows? who cares?

Additional Stats:  It has pedals?!? 49cc when the cops ask.  2 stroke minnarelli engine. No front brake, but who needs one? Seats 1, unless you're in Asia, then it can seat 5.

Name: Tanner aka StrongArm

Age: 28

Rank: Driver.

Experience: Amateur, at best.

Additional Notes: Second trip to Mexico.  Often confused as a Mexican.  Very limited linguistically, relies on eye contact and rudimentary body gestures.   Has been known to suffer from Hangrynosous aka "Hangry".

Name: Bryn aka Bryndini aka Ol' Spinny.

Age: 24.

Rank: Co-Pilot, Pit Stop Coordinator.

Experience: Legend of the Road.

Additional Notes: Most experience of any other member.  She was practically born in the back of an RV going down the road.  Unbreakable spirit and mind. Cunningly versatile. Notoriously small bladder.

The Plan.

First of all, there are a few things I would like to stress to you, the readers.  This plan, or itinerary if you will, was precisely formulated down to the last detail.  We spent many a sleepless night, researching the local Walmarts, studying road maps and back alley ways, learning the slang terms them yankees use, double checking gas price forecasters, and locating as many liqour stores as possible (Oh, thats right! they sell liquor in Walmart! God, I love 'merica).  So, with that in mind, here it is.

1.  Drive through 'merica as fast as possible.  The I5 will supply all necessities (Gas stations and Walmarts).

2.  Cross the border at Lukesville.

3.  Enter Mexico. 

4.  Stop at nearest cantina and proceed to drink many cerveza to celebrate our successful escape from winter.
5.  Ritually sacrifice the wetsuits to appease the Old Gods.

6.  Surf.

7.  Repeat step 4 and 6.

8.  At some point find family members and celebrate christmas.

9.  Eat at Fish Taco.

After that The Plan becomes a little up in the air, but what I predict is there will be a lot of repeating steps 4, 6, and 9.  And, when I said we spent many a sleepless nights formulating this plan, I really meant I just made it up now.  So, who knows what will happen, and who really cares?  After all, its Mexico, land of the brave and home of tequila and low riders!