Here is part 2 of the CalExpo story :-)
 
 

... As I felt every wondrous drop of water wash over my head and down

stinky body I contemplated in a split second the complete value that water

is to life ... that it was one of the very important foundations for life to

exists in the 3D universe of space and time ... then all of the sudden a

voice that seem to come from beyond said, " Hey brau ya going to drain the

river? " I opened my eyes widely and spun around and found myself nose to

nose with a tall bearded skinny skunky smelling naked brother with a bar of

soap in one hand and a tube of cream rinse in the other one ... god knows

how long I stood under the shower! I pull my lycra riding shorts over my wet

ass and looked around me to see if anyone was stareing at me .. and to my

surprise no one seem to care to which I exclaimed loudly Woooooooooowwwwww

.... heeeheeeee .... and dripping wet and not a worry in the world I

gathered my things and rode up and down every road in the encampment ... it

seemed so magical.. the vibes were unreal as I rode mouth agape and slightly

giggling thru this cosmic tribe ... I was very aware what time it was ...

because I had put my watch on .. and someone would hit me up for the time

about every 100 feet or so .... I decided it was time to hit the parking

lot and find my buddies ... I waited till a group of my brothers and sisters

made for the exit out of the campgrounds and into the parking lot to make

my get away ... one of the security people noticed that I was missing an

orange band on my wrist and yelled at me, " Hey!!! " hahaha .. I jumped

upon my mighty steed of wheels and road of laughing madly causing citizens

cruising the parking lot scene which my friends referred to as " Pyschedelic

Bagdad " to jump and run away from me as I disappeared deeper into the crowd.

I quickly realized that this was uncool of me and got off and walk my bike

thru the bazaar of freaks ... up ahead in the distance I could see some fool

riding his bike towards me ... being a righteous pain in the ass and oh so

very egocentric ... I thought about saying something as he got closer ..

but to my surprise .. and at first I thought the acid was messin' with me ..

but it turned out to be fucking Bill Graham himself peddling around checking

things out ... I stopped and watched him run over toes and nail people in

they’re elbows with his handle bars ... hahahaha ... what a day it had been

so far ... and the show hadn't even begun yet .... Suddenly a hand slaps me

on my shoulder with a pop! I turn my head and spy my Buddies all ready red

eyed and giggling ... a couple biker types who came down from the Serrias

with they're old ladies to party with the Dead ... my buddy Dale and " Red "

who looked like a viking ready for his assent to Valhalla ... now Red was the

keeper of the sacred sugar cubes and not knowing I was already peaking all

over the place gave me another cube .. double dose anyone? " Hey you been

swimming Dude?", one of my buds said ... as we made our way thru the parking

lot. "Dude", I said loudly, and began to run of on a rant about the events

I had witnessed on this wonderful day ... al of a sudden we could hear the

familiar hiss of nitis near by .. yours truly zeroed in on the location like

a bird dog and we all bought our selves a balloon for 5 bucks a piece and

walked over to a empty bench and sat down sipping our precious gas like noon

tea in England. We must have been a sight to see as passers by would smile

extra hard with they're whole face .... down the way the slam of the doors

on the port-a-sans would make and outrageous bang and vibrate into endless

space as the nitis did it's magic .... a car stops in front of us and a

little girl jumps out and snaps our picture quickly with a camera as we

stare back at her with our mouths open in sensory overload and she jumps

back into the backseat of a BMW of all things and rolls away ... we pause

.. then laff out loudly and slap our knees ... " what the hell was that

bros? , I exclaim! hahaha .... it was getting close to showtime as more

fluffies rolled in to protect us from the sun ... so we found my buddies

station wagon ... a late 50's red stationwagon with fins on it and a big red

rose on the back window ... where we stashed my bike. the whole scene was so

alive and now for " The Grateful Dead " Woooo Hooooooooooo .... the nite is

young! I could hear the drum circle in the distance ... the smell of incense

in the air ... a topless girl was dancing on top of a psychedelic bus .. and

the pupil in my eyes were getting bigger ... stay tuned for part 3 " The

Show "
 
 

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