We always meet up at the Waffle House in Tempe, AZ before we roll out. This was the meet for the first Slab City Riot. I had no choice, I had to take a picture with this waitress. Check out how thick her mustache is! It was thicker than the one that I had shaved off only the night before!
As I wrote in my last blog post about that first trip, we had arrived just as the sun was about to set. Within a few minutes of our arrival, it was dark. Within a few more, it was like being out in space. We had no idea where we had set up camp until the morning. That is when we had an idea of where we were at and just where we had stayed. You ever wonder what happens to those campers that people put in their trucks and make the truck about 10 foot high and then they drive them under a 9'8" bridge? One would think that they go to the junk yard and get crushed! Not true! They go to Slab City and people live in them.
As you can see, a lot of progress has been done on the renovations and the additions that were added to this home in just one short year! I think the hubcap collection at the main entry to the home is the perfect touch and it just screams, WELCOME!
THE SLAB CITY RIOT is just simply about having a great time in the most traditional BIKER way possible. Well without the rape of course. I've still yet to get someone to rape me, but hey, there is always this year! It is also about partying till you damn near drop fucking dead! For some, they bring tents and for others it is just a bedroll to keep them off the cold ground. Then you have the rare person who goes through the trouble of setting up his tent only to use it as a bedroll anyway. These are my favorite! This time I brought a tent with me. I bent 24 tent stakes in half trying to pound them down in to the ground. I thought it was called Slab City because of the concrete slabs left behind after the base closed. I think it may actually be named this because the ground itself is hard as a fucking slab!
For some crazy reason, with all the crazy shit that goes on there, all the bike shots, all the people shots and the shots of Salvation Mountain that I have, this is hands down my favorite pic from the Slab City Riot ever. That big tan pile next to the coals is me and for the record, no that is not a Don Wood Gypsy Biker Bedroll, this one actually zips up.
Oh yeah, before I close out this post, let me remind you of one very important thing. Make sure before you leave that you check your site for valuables and such and do a quick double check of the garbage, you just never know what you may find in there! Hell, look what we found in a pile of garbage.
See you this weekend at the Slabs!
Until we see each other on the road,
Keep the wind in your face,
Tits in your back
and The Man off your ass!