In 2002, I rented a red
pickup truck in San Francisco for the 7-hour drive to Burning Man (4+ hours
to Reno with a 90-minute shopping stop and 2+ more hours to the Black Rock
Desert). For the second time in my life, I would attend Burning Man,
this time as an organized camp. My friend Terry had set out 4 days
ahead of me to establish our base camp. Why does this sound like an
Everest expedition story?
It was a beautiful drive up Interstate 80, up through Truckee, the Donner
Pass and down the other side towards Reno. Four hours. Right on the
marm. Blow by all the casino screaming out my name. No time. No
money. Gotta burn! Gotta pump!
After stocking up at
the Reno Wal Mart, I set out eastbound on I-80 in my magnetic bumper
sticker-covered rent-a-wreck and turned north onto Nevada 447
with my supplies, pumping equipment and raging hardon lodged in my cock
& ball pumping cylinder. On the right,
you'll see the story of the hitch-hiker I picked just 20 minutes north of
the interstate. Unfortunately, he was ill prepared and I, too, had
forgotten a number of items for our 5-day desert adventure. We decided to
double back to Sparks and grab the missing necessities.
It turns out he's an exhibitionist. A pissing exhibitionist. A
pee exhibitionist that didn't mind peeing at a gas station in the middle of
Reno! Talk about doing something
naughty at the pump!
We stopped at Pyramid Lake
and took some pictures of your pumping
And when, you finally get there
... take of all your fucking clothes, meet the greeter and let her show your
sorry ass off to everyone else that's coming to Burning Man!
Everyone out of the dam truck for a completely unabashed display of nudity!
I first saw the cars stopped
in the distance ahead on Nevada 447, about 20 minutes north of Wadsworth.
As I got closer I realized they, too, were headed to Burning Man. Wasn't
everyone on this highway on this weekend headed there? They had just let
one of their own out onto the highway. After passing by and driving a few
more miles, I realized I had forgotten some very important items for this trip
and decided to double back to Sparks or Reno.
As I was returning, the
previously stopped cars passed me on their way to Burning Man.
Funny. Just ahead was the guy.
The one they let out on the road. Hitch-hiking. Nude. Heading
AWAY from Burning Man. As I approached the solitary figure with no other
vehicles in sight, I pulled onto the shoulder. He had clothes. But
for some reason he decided to hold them, not wear them. We exchanged
pleasantries and why we were each headed towards Reno / Sparks. Strange
how people meet. I told him to get in. Maybe he liked what he
saw. This is our adventure ...
Turns out he's a porn star. Go figure. From San Francisco. We
actually lived near each other in Los Angeles in the 1990's. Strange how
fate deals you the cards sometimes. No sooner had we gotten a few miles
down the road (we both decided to stay naked), than he's gotta pee. So
when we stop, we both get out naked and I tell him we're going to take some
pictures. No arguments. He just hops out a does his business for me
and the camera, traffic and all ...
Meanwhile, back at the K-Mart in Reno, we spend another $150 on
Del Taco dinner after Burning Man is over on the way back to the Bay area.
I used to love Del Taco when I lived in California. Better than Taco Bell,
I think. We don't have Del Taco in the Carolinas.
Sunset with my new porn star friend. Perhaps we'll meet again some day.