Escape velocity on the back of cack.

[Laromonster]

your dad is a xmas ornament loved that.. you have the gift of telling a good story !

Now... where is the pictures ??

Lar

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Originally Posted by DriftWest

SNIP.... I just blame it on poor genealogy, though...!

your'e a hoot, Drifty, jus like the ol ornament...

[KHVol]

Drifty...you are a very gifted yarn spinner and tale teller...

[Sucks2drive]

Drift.... ya gotta admit...... when you are telling your Grandkids about your travels on the Back of a FLUORESCENT ORANGE PC800 you had better keep the pics from your dads thread....... cos otherwise they will never believe you!

That is also the coolest ugly bike i ever saw!

[MikeyT]

Originally Posted by Martynbiker

Drift.... ya gotta admit...... when you are telling your Grandkids about your travels on the Back of a FLUORESCENT ORANGE PC800 you had better keep the pics from your dads thread....... cos otherwise they will never believe you!

That is also the coolest ugly bike i ever saw!

And the ugliest cool bike.

[Amazingly Katy]

Hola Drifter, I can't wait to read some more of your stuff!

[windburn]

Perhaps as a young man you would not like the comparison with your father as you would want to become a man of your own. I can understand that everyone is unique. your writing is compelling. you ornamet and thanksgiving are wonderful unique comparisons. You have dialog that bring me along with you on the trip. Best of all we learn what you are thinking and observing. I'm enjoying the ride!

[DriftWest]

DAY THREE

(Sorry for the late post; I was on a short vacation, and the internet on our computer crashed. I was also procrastinating, an activity at which I am truly gifted.)

I really must apologize for referring to my father as a dimwit. He is actually quite a bright man; you have to be, in order to get a decent-paying job, big fat mansion, and two fairly well-adjusted children (he has three total, but David is a little narcissistic.)

And, although he can be a little A.D.D. (that may be the biggest understatement ever), he is a great parent. Most people do not understand how amazing it is to ride on the back of a motorcycle.

We woke up in York, Nebraska and immediately began riding West. Bruce and Chip needed too go back home, so they left us at the hotel.

While Dad and I were riding along; a school bus that was painted completely purple. White drawings festooned the surface, although I could not tell what the heck they were.

We pulled into the parking lot, and I saw that the bus was, in fact, owned by a group of people usually called ‘Pot-Smoking Hippies’.

“I’ve had plenty of people take pictures of my rig,” he said, making a gesture towards Cack. “Do you mind if I take a picture of yours?”

The four men smiled and agreed. My dad began striking up a conversation, while I took out the camera, and began snapping away. Dad later chastised me for my poor photography, but I still believe that most good photographers are NOT one the back of a motorcycle, flying along at sixty miles per hour.

We learned that the hippies were heading to the Burning Man encampment out in Nevada. They had run into some troubles with their alternator, and were temporarily held back in this parking lot.

This is the Hippie Bus:


Eventually we left the men to figure out their own problems; we had to hurry into Wyoming. I peed off of a cement wall, twenty feet in the air, and almost fell off. Just from walking through the grass, a nice grasshopper paste was beginning to form on my boots.

Just before we entered Wyoming, Dad and I stopped for lunch at a Subway. Inside, four old ladies were eating their sandwiches, wearing cliché white gloves. I’m not sure if it was Sunday, but they looked as if they were dressed for church.

I was anticipating their reaction to the ‘big bad biker’ aura created by my dad. On television, White Glove Society members usually do not get along well with Hell’s Angels.

This imagined reaction is completely false. These ladies were quite possibly the more excited by the prospect of our trip than anyone else. I realize now that the trip’s admirers are largely females over the age of sixty.

Some Random Scenes from Nebraska:




Eventually the temperature* reached the 100 degree mark; the first time I have ever been so hot.

*The temperature is measured by the thermometer of our deceased hot tub, which is cable tied to the spot where a Speedometer used to be.

We decided to stop riding when in Cheyenne, Wyoming (the capital of the second flattest state in the US). We looked around for a campsite with a slightly rustic feel, but to no avail.

So, we ended up in a hotel called ‘The Plains’. It had been around for a long time, and gave me a decent taste of what the Old West may have been like, plus a gift shop. It was done up with loads of cowboys and Indian decorations.



After eating in this hotel’s restaurant, Dad and I walked around downtown. There was a music festival going on for a lady who had died. We went up on a bridge and watched some trains take off.

That was one of the best nights of my life, simply because of the carefree feeling it had.

The Cheyenne State Capitol:


Some Giant Painted Cowboy Boots:

[Stretch67]

I had read Vermin's account of this adventure months ago. I'm looking forward to more of yours.

[D-Mac]

Great story. Like father like son

I hope I can take my boys on a trip like this someday. One is 6 and one is 3, so I guess I have lots of time to plan.

Cheers, D-Mac

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Originally Posted by DriftWest

DAY THREE
SNIP....and two fairly well-adjusted children (he has three total, but David is a little narcissistic.)...SNIP...

Good thing the 'ol boy has spares, you know, in case one falls off...

[Watercat]

Thanks for giving the Cack West trip new perspective.

[kluts]

Is to complete your story. Keep it up!

Then ask Vermin to get you a couple of books:

Even Cowgirls Get the Blues
Another Roadside Attraction
the Dharma Bums

Then go for another ride to the Northwest. Write your report here at ADV about what you find, see, and who you meet.

[Dunkydoda]

Quit procrastinating, ditch the homework, tell mom you're way too busy to stack or even open the dishwasher.

The story needs tellin. Every beginning needs an ending.

[MikeyT]

Originally Posted by Dunkydoda

Quit procrastinating, ditch the homework, tell mom you're way too busy to stack or even open the dishwasher.

The story needs tellin. Every beginning needs an ending.

I agree with Dunkydoda. Back to the story.

Originally Posted by DriftWest

We decided to stop riding when in Cheyenne, Wyoming (the capital of the second flattest state in the US). We looked around for a campsite with a slightly rustic feel, but to no avail.

If you truly believe that Wyoming is the second flattest state in the US, you need to return. Soon.