Hawgstock Part III: Wierdness & Debauchery

From here on, it's strictly lewdness. Those that are offended by skin, go no further.








Yes, that is a waterslide. A naked waterslide. Only rally I've been to that has one. A waterslide, that is.
Before getting critical here, keep in mind: it's hard to take good photographs in the dark, when things are moving fast.






Pretty much sure I'll be going back next year. Anyone heading that way in 2010, shoot me a line.

Ugly Gun Sunday

A shotgun made from iron bedposts; charge made of pieces of lead from curtain tape and match-heads, to be ignited by AA batteries and a broken light bulb. On May 21, 1984 two inmates of a prison in Celle, Germany, took a jailer as a hostage,showed off their fire power by letting go at a pane of bullet-proof glass, and escaped by car.

From Prison Photography. They have a few other interesting items over there in addition to this. And this highlights one concept quite nicely: if criminals can make something like this in prison, how hard is it to make something more effective once they're out, where there's decent tools and raw materials?

Side note; final pictures of the latest rally (e.g., gratuitous skin shots), will be tomorrow. Today, the joys of marketing education have managed to keep me inside on this computer on a sunny cool day when I should have been out playing with guns. So, no more time on the computer today.

Hawgstock Part 2: Bikes, trailers, etc.

You know you're a regular when you can have a permanent fence around your campsite:

Powered by Briggs & Stratton (literally):

An older style of artwork; reminded me of '70s van murals:

I'm guessing the name on the gas tank is fairly accurate:

Hawgstock Part I

We left for Winterset Thursday evening, dodging storm cells the entire way. As we arrived at 11:00 PM, no pictures were taken until Friday morning. Above, the road leading into the campsite.

You know it's going to be an interesting ride down the hill to the campsite when you're stopped to to let the gravel truck head down first:

Looking forward to the ride down the hill (mud and fresh gravel on slope....) One of our neighbors:
The shower stage. Not much too look at during the day, but it got interesting later......
Pretty much what the general area looks like:
And the lewdness begins. From this point on, those that are easily offended or at work, STOP HERE.

The Butt Contest. Be thankful I haven't put up all the images I have. This was open to both sexes, with men first. We'll just skip that. Secondly, I've foregone posting pics of the contestant who apparently thought it was a rectum contest. Repeatedly being flashed the brown eye by a malnourished middle-aged woman is damn near as bad as being in the crowd during the men's competition.



From there, it was a strength contest. This was actually interesting to watch; how long can a line of drunken bikers hold a gallon of water straight out in front of them? Pretty damn long, some of them:
Note the third guy from the left; Tom Savini's long-lost brother?


More later, and yes, it does get better.

Audio-Visual Ipecac

“He was a great patriot, a humanitarian, a loyal friend - provided, of course, that he really is dead.”

Voltaire


For all the public rending of clothes on his passing, I still believe Edward M. Kennedy truly was:

Corrupt, vain, boorish, alcoholic, amoral, crapulent, despotic, sexually predatory, cowardly and last of all, an unrepentant party to manslaughter.

Simply dying doesn't erase a lifetime's worth of self-indulgence on a scale rarely found outside the worst periods of the Roman Empire.

Good riddance.

Ugly Gun Sunday

I'd write something, but I spent most of the day packing up gear, riding home, and cleaning my bike from Hawgstock. Forgot the sunscreen, rode from 10:00 to 15:30, and managed to catch a hornet or something else pointy and pissed off in my jacket on the ride home today. So I'm burnt, tired, and going to bed. But I have more pictures for later in the week (Weds or Thurs), and none of them are naked geriatrics.

Ugly Gun Sunday

If I recall correctly, this was an artist "making a statement" about gun violence, militarism, yada yada yada.
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Odd how political art pointing out society's faults only seems to fluorish in tolerant socities. It's almost as though it's easier to point out faults in places where you won't end up jailed, tortured, or dead. But I'm sure it's just as ethically equivalent pointing out these problems here as trying to do it in N. Korea, China, Saudi Arabia, etc.

Jackass.

Guard Weekend

Spent the day getting a sunburn and practicing punching holes in paper targets from moving Hummers with an M4 airsoft. Doesn't have that wonderful smell of burnt powder the real thing does, but there's no carbon to scrape off a bolt/bolt carrier, and it's a lot more interesting than counting hemostats in medical kits.

Road the bike down to drill (three hours of midwestern wind, sun, and unchanging scenery). Other than a short episode of riding behind what smelled like a heavily loaded cattle truck, not bad. Riding back tomorrow, I'll apparently be heading into some nice heavy rains. So I should have wind, wet, and really hard to see scenery.

That said, I'll log off and commence to putting all my gear inside the bargain garbage bags I bought tonight. Joy.

One Week and One Day

Haven't been to this one yet; apparently it started in 2005, and is a smaller versions of ABATE's Freedom Rally. From looking at the images at their site, it looks like a good time. And best of all, I'm off that weekend. Time to start pulling out the camping gear again.........

Odds and Ends

So, what's been going on this weekend? Statistics. Lots and lots of studying statistics. Nine days to go, and then it's the joy of........marketing class! Learning to be a devious, misleading, amoral seller of goods. Why, I can almost feel my ability to act like an Obamaroid as I type. But enough of that.

While not learning to make figures lie and becoming lying figurer-er, I've:

Bought a drying rack and probably ruined two perfectly good zucchinis;

Taken a perfectly good zucchini and made it into even better grilled zucchini:


Inspected the jungle that was supposed to be a garden:




Made more pickles:



and grilled burgers while watching the dogs try to get nailed in the head with hot grease drops:


Sadly, I didn't fire any guns, ride my motorcycle, or punish my liver to any extent. I'll need to take time off work after all classes are finished just to recover from the make-up activities.