Think the Gypsy life is the good life? Here's a look into what it takes to traverse the country for a show through the lens of Nick "Bad Ass Eagle" Hill.
Bleeding the bank dry one gas stop at a time.
In the hope of saving 2.45 we tested the trucks limit. Turns out zero miles to empty is another trick by the charlatans at Dodge. We made it another 8 miles, then ran out.
9 hours later we made it to Ernie's place for what was going to be another 33 hours in the Empire rig.
Didn't take long to hit the tornado level weather in Oklahoma, good times hydroplaning the rig as 70.
Went through a cycle of sunrise and sunsets.
Made it to the room and passed out. You sleep like the dead after being half alive for just shy of 40 hours during travel.
We didn't sleep long before Jpigg and Tony brought us to meet Wild Bill Allen and see some of the local entertainment.
So it begins
The next day we scope the layout and get ready for our first set of shows. Turns out we're by a children's center.
The crowd gathered early for the show every time. Packed fence lines makes for good times even if the riding area is two one lane roads separated by an island.
We rode and disco disco'd with the models.
After the first few sets of shows ended we went out to check out the bikes and locals. Lot of happy people ready to give it their all for the cameras.
Then more shows, back to the hotel, pass out, get up 6 hours later. Repeat.
As with everything in life, it got better after the sun went down.
The shows ended and we had a free night so we hooked up with the Hooligans, Limiter girls, and had a casual night at the hotel.
Shin was tired, really really tired.
We couldn't get a taxi so we plowed 10 people into a minvan, got lost, and we were stuck in the trunk for an hour. Thank you Vodka, I wouldn't have made it without you.
Ernie took command and it was up to the room.
The following day at 9am the adventure home was in action.
Shin travels like a man who lives part time in the US and takes his life with him each go.
Considering we slept about 2 hours the night before driving first shift = sleeping in the burger king line
Ernie, Ernie was no better off on his.
The van started to die out in Nashville, Nashville while 28 hours from my house I'll be be driving back to next weekend, proving I'm an idiot. After the misfire issue we blew a tire.
Making the best of it while a skinny hulk hogan was at work.
We determined it was the fuel filter causing the misfire about 800 miles from Albuquerque. It would've taken pulling the turbo and a ton of work in front of a parts shop. We decided to risk it and continue on.
made this possible
and a 400 dollar towing bill for AAA. I love you AAA. This pickup was 40miles outside the vans home in Albuquerque. You did us well van, you did us well.
9 hours later back where we started with just enough time to water the plants.
Gypsy life, word.