May 19th 2011:
We just met our first bus people. at the "I Told You Service Center"
From Denver we drove to south to Colorado springs. The traffic was minimal but Bessy the club house we feeling the altitude. She coughed up hills and her front right wheel had been developing a crack since before we entered Colorado. We tried to find a tire in the boulder area to no use. (Boulder where it’s always Sunday and no on really works.)
In boulder we partied and drank almost the whole time. The rain kept us inside or in bars, though Emily's friend Kristen let us park the bus at her place. Kenny and Will showed up and helped with the car rides where we visited Mountain Sun brewery, then a string of other random bars- maybe the sunset saloon, and another place where we had the place to ourselves, rode a mechanical bull and got to know the other three people there really Well. Andrew was drinking like a fish, and Alex had beer out of boots. I found myself on Wills couch and apparently they all took a taxi back to the bus where Andrew laid his heart out.
The next morning I got my finger prints a the police station and worked to find an HIV clinic. Will drove me back to the bus (it was about an hours walk- 10 minuet ride). All of this had to be done for our visa’s for Chile. Where at 11am the Sanivation team got together on a conference call and hacked out some late minuet details.
Then Emily Chris and I all were tested for HIV again, and walked in the cold rain until we had the change to fin da cup of soup and get back on the bus.Rainy weather still persisting. We drove Mercedes to the air port.
Chris is now on the bus for at least two weeks, and he’s a really fun addition.
The bus headed south to Colorado springs. I called cody on the way down and Andrew knew a friend in the areas. We drove pas the air-force academy and into south Colorado Springs where we met Amy and her boyfriend Roth, quickly followed by Rick and his wife.
We went out to the phantom ranch brewery where Cody met up with us, and we drank until going back to sleep at rick’s place. That morning cody was planning ot met up in sand dunes national park, and he left almost an hour after us. But between then that. We found a truck stop that had our tire size.
While parked- a Buffalo tribe bus found it’s way into the area and Chris and I met ‘red” who we later learned was on the bus with his old lady ( name?) and they invited us over. What then followed was an hour of cultural emersion of what a true ‘hippie’ bus is.
Red stopped over at our bus, and took a look inside, saying something about how clean ours was. We then drove him over to his bus- which apparently was called the buffalo tribe because it was involved in a hit in run with a car and they had to paint it something (anything but yellow) and they were at the buffalo ranch.
I was quickly introduced to John “65” Adams who really was interested in the mechanics of our bus, and was a small engines certified technician. He was a quick talker and had lots of stories to tell. To mention a few: I make a living selling weed and dealing arms, I really enjoy making Adobe houses, I have a friend in Peru you should get in touch with, I love import export and know I can make a killing off deals in Peru.
He showed me the bus, which remained me of a cross between a mechanics shop and a homeless shelter. There were two dogs with cones in the front and maybe 6 puppies. They apparently were headed for some hippie fest in Washington, and had been traveling for a few months. John specifically had been traveling 11 years.
They all seemed very … well some of them seemed very intelligent, John, and the gril who owned the bus. One guy on the bus was definitely stoned out of his mind. Red was really nice but I didn't talk to him that much, and Emily said she really got in touch with the girl who ran the bus.
As we got gas they came over and asked for a donation, which we gave them and they John gave me a Ring.
Off to Sand Dunes.
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