As we last left this story my friend and I had just jumped onto a moving car, Rogue in fact, as well as gracefully I might add, thinking we have scored ourselves a trip back to Thunderdome where we could hang out in front of the burn barrel or even go to sleep. Well, that thought was further than the truth than we could guess. You see, the owner of Rogue has a penis, and when he sees a pretty girl and in this case stoned out of her gourd pretty girl he lets his penis do the thinking. (Actually it is not that bad but we like to tease him that this is the reason he does stupid things) We are driving back towards where we had just walked from and we ask where in the hell are we going. Somebody leans over the side of the car and shouts the same question to the driver. Turns out this girl, the high as fuck girl, doesn't like our taste in music, which at this time was some hard EBM, and wants to go back to her camp to grab some cd's but cannot exactly remember how to get back to that camp and we better hang on a little tighter than we are right now because one person has already fallen off of the car that night. I dig my finger into the grating on the top of the car and get ready for this to be a long night.
To make this story a little shorter than the last we finally find her camp, get her horrible cd's of some really bad metal and played out punk (do not get me wrong, I do like metal and punk but this car is strictly industrial!) and proceed to drive around the desert aimlessly, never getting close to Thunderdome, breaking the speed limit and a variety of other rules. Then as we are out on the edge of the desert, by the gate, nothing around us, the car stops. Just stops. Kevin jumps out of the driver seat and we all ask what are we doing figuring stoned girl had to take a piss or puke or something. He answers the question by opening the hood. The car died. We all start mildly freaking out. We have very little water on us and are in the midddle of nowhere, I do not even see any cars unless they were very far in the distance. He pokes around for a little bit under the hood while I am thinking I just wanted to take a walk with this cute boi for awhile tonight and now we have ended up in the middle of nowhere on the back of a car freezing our asses off. The car starts. A wire had slipped lose and we lost all power but now our adventure begins again. This time before Kevin hopped into the driver's seat I told him to take us back to Thunderdome. Probably the most insane and bizarre night I have had has finally ended. (may I remind you that this is my description and it is impossible to describe every single detail which made it so bizarre and insane but so much fun)
Fast forward a week and a half later. I woke up to find everyone in the camp looking like they had been crying or hadn't slept. Myself, I had gone to bed early the night before after being exhausted after working in the dome. What happened, I asked. This story was relayed to me:
In the middle of the night they found Rogue's tires slashed and couldn't imagine who in their right minds would do such a cruel thing. Well, the people could get crueler obviously. A couple hours later they threw a moltav cocktail the back seat through the open window. The car was sitting next to the dome across from the camp. The car was destroyed. The thing that pisses me off even more than these people destroying the beautiful car is the fact that there are 4 large propane tanks in the back which could have blown at any time killing all of our friends. They had no idea who did it. Kevin was going to talk to the police to do an investigation. A couple things could be salvaged from the car, possibly the engine but the car was dead, long live Rogue. I walked over to the camp and looked at the ruined hulk and could do nothing but cry. I couldn't begin to fathom who could have the maliciousness in them to do such a cruel thing. As soon as I get my computer working again I will post a link to my pictures which shows before and after of Rogue. A new Rogue will live again but the old one will always live in our hearts. As bizarre and insane that night was it was one of the best time I had in the desert and most of my fondest memories of my time at burning man involve that car. Even burnt, it is still one of the most beautiful cars I have ever seen,
Once again, more stories to come!
To make this story a little shorter than the last we finally find her camp, get her horrible cd's of some really bad metal and played out punk (do not get me wrong, I do like metal and punk but this car is strictly industrial!) and proceed to drive around the desert aimlessly, never getting close to Thunderdome, breaking the speed limit and a variety of other rules. Then as we are out on the edge of the desert, by the gate, nothing around us, the car stops. Just stops. Kevin jumps out of the driver seat and we all ask what are we doing figuring stoned girl had to take a piss or puke or something. He answers the question by opening the hood. The car died. We all start mildly freaking out. We have very little water on us and are in the midddle of nowhere, I do not even see any cars unless they were very far in the distance. He pokes around for a little bit under the hood while I am thinking I just wanted to take a walk with this cute boi for awhile tonight and now we have ended up in the middle of nowhere on the back of a car freezing our asses off. The car starts. A wire had slipped lose and we lost all power but now our adventure begins again. This time before Kevin hopped into the driver's seat I told him to take us back to Thunderdome. Probably the most insane and bizarre night I have had has finally ended. (may I remind you that this is my description and it is impossible to describe every single detail which made it so bizarre and insane but so much fun)
Fast forward a week and a half later. I woke up to find everyone in the camp looking like they had been crying or hadn't slept. Myself, I had gone to bed early the night before after being exhausted after working in the dome. What happened, I asked. This story was relayed to me:
In the middle of the night they found Rogue's tires slashed and couldn't imagine who in their right minds would do such a cruel thing. Well, the people could get crueler obviously. A couple hours later they threw a moltav cocktail the back seat through the open window. The car was sitting next to the dome across from the camp. The car was destroyed. The thing that pisses me off even more than these people destroying the beautiful car is the fact that there are 4 large propane tanks in the back which could have blown at any time killing all of our friends. They had no idea who did it. Kevin was going to talk to the police to do an investigation. A couple things could be salvaged from the car, possibly the engine but the car was dead, long live Rogue. I walked over to the camp and looked at the ruined hulk and could do nothing but cry. I couldn't begin to fathom who could have the maliciousness in them to do such a cruel thing. As soon as I get my computer working again I will post a link to my pictures which shows before and after of Rogue. A new Rogue will live again but the old one will always live in our hearts. As bizarre and insane that night was it was one of the best time I had in the desert and most of my fondest memories of my time at burning man involve that car. Even burnt, it is still one of the most beautiful cars I have ever seen,
Once again, more stories to come!
tarbaby:
i read about the rogue burn in the BM group. that's one of the saddest things i've heard. what the hell is wrong with people? i just can't imagine that happening THERE, of all places!!!