An inedible stew of visual lunacy much of which I concocted with my own three hands.
The only way to travel....I wish this was still viable, it looks like the escape from new york I need!
You and me both... A cross-country roadtrip in a Hippie bus for a month or two would heal my soul.
I wouldn't like to smell the inside of that bus.
If you could separate the smell of weed from stinky feet - it might be okay.
Hippie Bus? Maybe once, but now I think more along the lines of a heavily armored and armed, survival vehicle (preferably made by Mercedes, not VW). The kind to hold off a zombie hoard. You would still be able to take it on trips to the beach an stuff but would always be prepared for the inevitable surprise apocalypse/disaster/insurection. It would have a really big sound system (but no Grateful Dead) and you could burn Patchouli/weed if you missed the Hippie aspect. You do realize the hippies are going to eat that baby?
LOL - yes, the hippies will get so stoned they'll make a "California Burrito" - aka - baby and avacado on whole wheat.
Ha. I WAS that California burrito. TOTALLY raised in one of those hippie buses (planets on the side and everything)! Dang. I gotta post some interior shots, no?
You survived and with stories to tell... makes it all the better, makes you who you are... very cool.The photo is called Joey (the baby) and The Mouse Bus... your stories would be greatly appreciated Kelly. The Mouse Bus was a travling Hippie van... lots of pix from that era.
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