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I share this one last fantesticular hapanstance from out journey with some hesitation. My reluctance bred from fear of riducule and demeaning critisism if this particular detail of the story is told. But after carefull consideration, and in order to deliver the full account, I must tell. Perhaps in the telling I can better find refuge from this experiance that still has me confused and almost fearful. I let it be known that what i am about to share did indeed happen and I have Bob as my witness.
The drive into johnson valley OHV park is severall miles off the main road. the condition on the road is marginal and unpaved. after several miles of bone jarring trailereing of my rig i parked the tow vehicle and unloaed my crawler. there were very few rigs parked along the road and only a scattering of motorcycles in the far distance. it was very hot out and the empty landcscape was kinda unsetling. the spaces were just so huge and became even more so as the dirt road emptied onto a massive expanse of a dry lake bed. it was absolutely quiet save for our motors. no wind at all. we had no idea where we were going. Bob followed me as i started out across the lakebed.
Then in the distance I hear what is unmistakenly the sound of an ice cream van. at first i think it must just be a distant wheeler playing some icecream truck music loadly on his stereo which would have been odd in itself. But as the vehicle gets closer I see it is a true to life ice cream van moving slowly towards us. I slowed way down. I was stunned. I didn't know how to reconcile this. it wasn't even funny. The vision just didnt fit-it was so out of context. after what seemed minutes though the time was just a fraction of such, the van was getting close enough to distern more particulars. As it got closer i noted 2 hispanics were in the front of the van. They were sitting there emotionless looking strait ahead; a total contrast to my person who was almost hanging out the window by now. my truck was moving at a crawl. i honked my horn and waved as they drove by being only about 20 feet from my cruiser. they didn't even look out the window at me. they just kept driving. I laughed a wimpering little laugh. the kind of laugh you feign when other responses just dont seem to fit. I fumbled with my camera and considered getting out to take a picture. I wanted to turn around and make another pass by the truck, maybe see if they would sell me some icecream. But something told me to just keep driving-just leave it alone man... just leave it alone
There was litterally nobody out on this deathly lakebed to buy icecream save me and Bob. it would have taken these guys over an hour to get here from town and the ride onto the lakebed in an icecream van was surely murder. THERE WAS NO INCINTIVE FOR THEM TO BE HERE. ARE YOU HEARING WHAT IM SAYING PEOPLE!!!!!!
This happened. I swear. Im spooked in the telling
The drive into johnson valley OHV park is severall miles off the main road. the condition on the road is marginal and unpaved. after several miles of bone jarring trailereing of my rig i parked the tow vehicle and unloaed my crawler. there were very few rigs parked along the road and only a scattering of motorcycles in the far distance. it was very hot out and the empty landcscape was kinda unsetling. the spaces were just so huge and became even more so as the dirt road emptied onto a massive expanse of a dry lake bed. it was absolutely quiet save for our motors. no wind at all. we had no idea where we were going. Bob followed me as i started out across the lakebed.
Then in the distance I hear what is unmistakenly the sound of an ice cream van. at first i think it must just be a distant wheeler playing some icecream truck music loadly on his stereo which would have been odd in itself. But as the vehicle gets closer I see it is a true to life ice cream van moving slowly towards us. I slowed way down. I was stunned. I didn't know how to reconcile this. it wasn't even funny. The vision just didnt fit-it was so out of context. after what seemed minutes though the time was just a fraction of such, the van was getting close enough to distern more particulars. As it got closer i noted 2 hispanics were in the front of the van. They were sitting there emotionless looking strait ahead; a total contrast to my person who was almost hanging out the window by now. my truck was moving at a crawl. i honked my horn and waved as they drove by being only about 20 feet from my cruiser. they didn't even look out the window at me. they just kept driving. I laughed a wimpering little laugh. the kind of laugh you feign when other responses just dont seem to fit. I fumbled with my camera and considered getting out to take a picture. I wanted to turn around and make another pass by the truck, maybe see if they would sell me some icecream. But something told me to just keep driving-just leave it alone man... just leave it alone
There was litterally nobody out on this deathly lakebed to buy icecream save me and Bob. it would have taken these guys over an hour to get here from town and the ride onto the lakebed in an icecream van was surely murder. THERE WAS NO INCINTIVE FOR THEM TO BE HERE. ARE YOU HEARING WHAT IM SAYING PEOPLE!!!!!!
This happened. I swear. Im spooked in the telling
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