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Zippy The Pinhead was a character who was so freakin' bizaarre that I wasn't really sure I got him - except if I was really high.

Eggs Ackley was a minor character who appeared a few times in R. Crumb's great story.

And the image above was the "Keep On Truckin" guy or maybe an early predecessor of him.

Ok, we have established Rog as the "Keep on Truckin" dude and Jumkie as Zippy the Pinhead, who else.
 
Speaking of comic book characters I thought I'd put up some manipulated portraits from the meet-up. Here's #1.

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Kesh, hav u seen the Hayden bros superheroes tshirt? That looks tight man. I may just make a one off tshirt of it. Email me that in high rez.
 
One major facet of travel is that it removes you from home. That may sound a tad axiomatic, because obviously in the physical sense this is true, but it also tends to transplant you outside of your individual circumstances and situation..both geographically and mentally. In that sense you are very much looking back in from the outside which facilitates objective thought and appraisal. It enables you to transcend your day to day life and break from the constraints and rigmarole which tend to condition us all. For a short period of time you can transcend your familiar existence which opens possibilities and encourages introspection. You feel free, as though you have escaped transcended and been liberated from all attachment obligation and responsibility that binds you to a place. This is why travel is a truly liberating experience - it encourages new experiences and suggestion, and is why so many insist that it broadens the mind. In reality you are temporarily compartmentalised in a bubble floating out of the real world, and when the bubble bursts unless you are of a highly parochial nature it feels deflating - like you come down with a bump when you eventually return home. Driving to Heathrow the day before a warning light on my dash was persistently blinking at me. This has been the case for weeks, an although I rifled through the manual in a forlorn attempt to ascertain what this means (unwilling to shell out for a plug in diagnostic), I hadn't yet fully understood what was causing it nor had I attempted to eradicate the problem - most likely a dodgy lambda sensor which is a common fault on my make of car. during the last few months I have come to regard it as a metaphor. All of us would like to cruise along through life without a problem, but that little warning light always pops up at some stage. You can carry on driving and choose to ignore it as a trivial distraction hoping it will go away...indeed it may amount to nothing but the possibility that something can or will go wrong is always there. I guess it depends on an individuals relative sense of optimism. But for now that light was extinguished and irrelevant, I was removed from my problems and my world back home was seemingly on pause.



Having left the airport I was soon spirited away by the shuttle bus to my nearby hotel, elementary error number three...another Holiday Inn. It wasn't great, but it was adequate. Having freshened up, I resolved to get online again to check my emails and to message Jum (my phone is not configured to work abroad). I paid for the online facility only to discover that as in London, it too didn't work. I immediately got a refund, and told them that I really needed to get online, whereupon the duty manager apologised profusely and without hesitation directed me to guess what...........the concierge desk!!! For the second time in a little over twenty four hours I found myself in between the various tasks I had to do online, meeting and greeting guests on behalf of Holiday Inn Hotels. I directed one family to Redondo Beach, and told another the best route to The Greek Theatre - and even drew them a map. I have no idea what was on, if anything, I didn't ask...it wasn't my business, I was simply manning the hospitality desk. My career as a hotelier was abruptly over as soon as it began when the real concierge emerged from the rear of the building having finished a cigarette and looked somewhat put out at the presence of this impostor in his seat. Felling like Leonardo DeCaprio in 'Catch Me if You Can' I thanked the manager and skulked off to my room having been rumbled and because by this time it was something like three in the morning GMT and I felt as though I was standing on the deck of a small boat anchored broadside to a large swell - you know that giddy feeling that jet lag leaves you with. Actually I have never found going west a particular problem because you can bank time - it is due east that eats up the hours and is the real killer.



Another thing about travel is the tendency to be afflicted with constipation. I believe this to be symptomatic of jet lag, but despite my longing for some action on the bowl - nothing was forthcoming. By God was I to rue this desire within a few days!!!



Next morning I awoke very early and decided to stroll the few blocks from my hotel up to Century Boulevard to retrieve my hire car. It wasn't supposed to be picked up until 11.00a.m. and I sauntered nonchalantly in at 6.45a.m, but this wasn't a problem in the slightest. I have found that you don't tend to encounter anywhere near the frequency of jobsworth's that you do in the U.K. where they are ubiquitous. Sure they can be sticklers for rules, regulations and absurd legislation but if you go with the flow - I find it is easier to get things done than in Britain. The office was empty at that time and they seemed very pleased to see me, within ten minutes I was offered the keys to a Nissan or a Chevy. Damn, I was Stateside - it had to be the Chevy! Elementary error number 4....never hire a vehicle without first having an inkling of what it looks like. I collected my luggage from the hotel and briefly went online over the road at an internet cafe, and then shot off up Highway 10 chuckling behind the wheel of my newfound comedy car as I cruised towards Jumkie's.



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Eastward travel is always the worst. Worst case scenario headed west is you fall asleep at nine in the evening and wake up at six. Much better than falling asleep at three in the afternoon and waking up at midnight.



I think a simpler rule is just don't go for the GM. Although I must say it suits you. A touch of gay pants.
 
Jet lag......................All I have done since I got back to the UK is work and sleep!!! (hence lack of posts on my part)



Can't wait for this week end to start.
 
Ain't there a bunch of clubs for people who look like this up in San Fran ? They call themselves Bears don't they ?????



Jeez.... I was thinking more noble, more heroic, kinda like "Paul Bunyan With A Beer"

looking down at the mortals from the lofty heights of Mount Laguna.

Last thing I wanna do is piss off ROYALTY.
 
Jeez.... I was thinking more noble, more heroic, kinda like "Paul Bunyan With A Beer"

looking down at the mortals from the lofty heights of Mount Laguna.

Last thing I wanna do is piss off ROYALTY.

This is where you end up.
 

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Back to my story. We are parked back at laguna seca monday night. Its very quiet with only a few other RV's parked. The odd truck drives past taking away the last of the gp weekend stuff and the Mazda raceway is now a ghost town. Since ive been up North cali my phone has not worked. No cal;ls,text's or internet. In fact the only time it worked was when my provider text me to say i had run out of credit. funny how they can contact me to inform me they have stolen the £50 credit i had yet im unable to contact anyone else. Seems with these ...... iphones you have to go through various settings to prevent this. Even though i had switched off 3g it still robbed me.



Out of contact and with no way of letting jumkie know when i was coming back to LA i went out and bought an American phone and some credit. This was a futile move as we learned you needed to use the internet or another phone to activate it. Im a little worried about this as driving through the mountains on the way i saw several broken down vehicles and my engine light had come on a few times driving these mountainous roads. I thought if we break down where .......



We set off late tuesday morning headed back for jumkie manor, my new gps stuck to the window and route planned. By the time we get to Paso Robles (sackwack town) where feeling hungry. We look for somewhere to park this big RV but there was some rodio in town and the place was packed. I managed to park in Denny's so we went for lunch. I asked the girl if they had internet, she said no. I asked if they had a pay phone, she said no. .... i though, i really want this phone activated before we head out towards the mountains. Me and my eldest son gp out looking for a payphone while the rest shelter from the heat drinking root beer in Denny's. We search everywhere but no joy.

In the end we walk into a Shell petrol station and ask if they have a payphone. The man working there tells me they did have one once but got rid of it because no one used it. We all have cell phones now he tells me
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So do i , i told him then explained my problem. Now Kudo's to the bloke because he got out his own personal cell and proceeded to talk to net10 and set up our american phone. This took him at least 20 mins of his time and call time. He was happy to help us, His name is Juan so if you're in that station sacky, tell this dude he is a top bloke.



Now where back on the road heading south. I say to bonnie " phone jum, let him know where still alive and on our way". She trys but says the phone still is not working. Turned out she was not put the correct number in the phone
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What do they say about if you want a job doing properly, do it yourself.



Pretty uneventful drive through the mountains although we saw at least 10 vehicle broken buy the side of the road. As we get closer to jums we turn a corner and are spotted by some of jums friends Chris and jums Nicky stalker compitition Pauline. They toot their horn and i blast my air horns in responce. We turn a few more corners and arrive shortly followed by Chris and wife who did a u turn . Jum comes out of his manor house and welcomes me with a beer, or did i get the beers out of the rv fridge and welcome myself ?

It's pretty late now so we have a couple of drinks then go to bed.

Next morning Hollywood.
 
Jeez.... I was thinking more noble, more heroic, kinda like "Paul Bunyan With A Beer"

looking down at the mortals from the lofty heights of Mount Laguna.

Last thing I wanna do is piss off ROYALTY.





There you go Kesh, thinking again, you know it gets yer into trouble!
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And by the way, I can't seem to download any of your pics of our epic tale, there are one or two I would like. I still haven't got to grips with this new site yet, so it could be me not doing something right...help
 
And by the way, I can't seem to download any of your pics of our epic tale, there are one or two I would like. I still haven't got to grips with this new site yet, so it could be me not doing something right...help



check yer pm in a few minutes for details of how to easily grab the photos.
 
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