Legendary Day

First, I didn’t recap yesterday in all its complete glory.  After a hike to the market for a load of canned goods, fruit, and the like, we went by the local paper to introduce ourselves…figured maybe we could get people to stop staring at us if we got official.  We didn’t get two steps in the door and the lady was already taking notes…soon as we get back to camp they’re going to take pictures and we’ll be English countryside celebrities.

Then off to Swindon for goods and services, check email about the car.  Nothing special.  That’s just where you heard from us yesterday.

When we got back to Malmesbury, though, we gave the fella with car a ring.  He already settled with somebody on it.  At this point though, we were desperate…so the Irish Dunny came out and we had a little haggle session.  Turns out he almost did the Rally this year, was married in Vegas, was willing to give us the car cheap and throw in the use of his tools, parts, and garage to get us off.

So, time to celebrate.  But it was raining, and we’re too cheap for pubs right now.  Dammit, we had all this cooking gear and potatoes and canned hamburgers and wine, but nowhere to set up shop…then a light shined through the clouds onto that piece of monkey poo car just sitting by the tents and I think we both had the same realization.  We were going to get some use out of that bastard.  So we lit the stove inside the car and made potato/canned hamburger stew and drank 3 bottles of paint thinner wine…and it might have been the most satisfying meal of all time.

Irresponsible?  Not when you’re awesome.  We were up at 7 this morning and took a bus and 3 trains to Haslemere and just finished servicing the new car, the new Chariot of Awesome (just another SJ, don’t worry kids, no huge changes there and we still got what we wanted).  We’re going to flip the other one on ebay and see if we can actually profit off her :)

To Henley this weekend to party with Stevie and do some good English stuff.  Like drink, I guess :)

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Awesome People Get Syrup With Their Waffles

Disaster makes it all worthwhile.  We got to the car yesterday morning and spent some time tinkering around, got her started, did a few tests…little things.  Then Andy pressed down on the gas peddle and knocked a hole in the floorboard.  The “all the structural work is done” promise from the seller was about as truthful as Andy having a clean health history.

Needless to say, we refuse to Flintstones to Mongolia, but dammit we didn’t get into this to lay down and get dejected.  We hit the pub yesterday afternoon, then had dinner with Sophie and her parents, who own a vineyard in Malmesbury…had a gigantic meal with their own wines…and headed back to camp.

This morning we caught the bus to Swindon to try and find a phone, stopped by this here Internet cafe, and found another car.  This one’s actually owned by a mechanic and we’re fixin to head down and check it out.  It’s not easy being awesome.

Wait, yes it is.  Much more to come tomorrow, and not just on the car……[HINT, HINT, HINT]

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Flawless Start to an Idiotic Journey

Here’s how you define awesome…

Buy tickets days before crossing ocean…the only coordination that we made sure to arrive at the same airport.  We figured that every airport has a pizza joint and said we’d meet there, then catch 2 trains and a bus then hike a mile with all our gear to a campsite in BFE (literally).

Here’s how it all went down…

Dunny hops the 7am flight to Orlando on 2 hours sleep and passes out on a bench on arrival.  Andy sat on the DFW runway nursing a massive hangover for an hour and right near missed his connection in Raleigh.  They landed within minutes of each other in London.  Then they met at the pizza place (as though this was all planned months in advance) and commiserated the pain of flying while on typhoid vaccination pills.  Then, well, they caught 2 trains and bus and hiked to the campsite with just enough time to set up shop before a giant rainstorm hit.  Oh, and get to the library before 5.

The plan for tonight then?  We’re going to wander off around Malmesbury and try to find the field where the Chariot of Awesome is resting, then try to find helpers at some pub called the Smoking Dog and take the Texas-get-back-on-good-sleep-schedule-medicine (booze) until we’re ready to crash.

And yes, not one person has looked at us without cringing in confusion and possibly horror.  Actually, here’s some quotes from a few British pals…

Stevie: For reference mate, you’re miles away from civilization, but I’ve heard Malmesbury is cool enough.

Sophie: Frankly I think Malmesbury will be seeing its first Texans in history and probably will just implode.

Girl we asked where the Post Office was: …………………….. ………. Campsite guy: You can take that open spot over there by the RV………………actually why don’t you set up over there…..

 

Flawless.  Here’s to being awesome people.  We’ll try and get some pics up when we find lil’ Winnie and get to work.  “Cheers.”

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Gametime…Whop!

T-minus 5 hours and I’ll be on a plane to London…and we reckoned things should be hard right from the start so Andy’s on a different flight altogether and we’re going to meet each other at the pizza place in Gatwick without the use of cell phones, email, or sleep.  Awesome.

***Speaking of, car name results are in.  The winner by 1 vote is Chariot of AwesomeWinnie and the Rubix Cube paint job tied for second, so the former will be a quick-hit nickname and the latter will depend on whether we can combine a good English pub day and some spray paint***

Right…so we get to London, catch a train to Swindon, then a bus to Malmesbury, then wander around until we find our campsite and set up shop.  The Chariot is parked in a field about a mile or two away (belonging to the parents of our convoy-mate/savior/disco-stud Sophie)…good daily hike just to try and get that car “road”-ready.

Basically, there’s absolutely no way this plan can fail.

Anyways, expect blog entries to start rolling in, hopefully on a daily basis.  Bookmark this bad boy and see how much trouble we can get into before we even leave England.  Seeing as it’s 2am, we’re leaving in a few hours, Andy’s hammered and hasn’t started packing (as in he doesn’t even know if he has a bag to fit everything and just bought a tent/sleeping bag from Wal-Mart this afternoon), and I think I just bought train tickets meant for people with student passes that we by no means will ever own, the pull-yourself-up-by-your-bootstraps run starts right now.

That’s why they call it adventure.  Here’s to being awesome.

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Note: Telluride recap has been written and will be posted once retained from Strange Hippie 14’s computer.

Name My Ride…Voting Starts NOW

Alright party people, the names are in so let’s start the voting. Either post your vote as a comment here or email it to me at ryan@skiplizard.com

This Friday (June 15), I’ll tally up all the votes and that beast of a Suzuki will be official. Here’s the list of entries in alpha order…pick one:

  • 4 Balls, 1 Brain, Goulet! [Sammy]
  • Arkhni Masheen (Mongol for “The Vodka Automobile) [Mika Roberts]
  • Bullet Proof [Uncle Cliff]
  • Chariot of Awesome [Sammy]
  • Duke #2 [Poopsy]
  • Fat Bastard’s Floater [Sammy]
  • For Sale: Russian Armaments on Armenian Black Market [lb4lb Bremer]
  • Genghis [Boner San]
  • Git ‘er Done [Amaan]
  • Lando McJalopy and his Magical Manginas [Sammy]
  • Larry’s Crucifix [Sammy]
  • Leapin’ Lizard [Robin Taylor the son-contributor]
  • LeCrapper [Sammy]
  • Lizardmobile [Robin Taylor]
  • Lizzie [Auntie Chris]
  • Loch Nessy [Elisa]
  • Midnight Tabouli [Rihani]
  • Nogoon Khon (Mongol for “The Green Sheep”) [Mika Roberts]
  • Nolan Ryan [Boner San]
  • ***not a name, but paint it like a rubix cube [Sandry]
  • Phlegyas [Dow]
  • Rehab [Sammy]
  • SeXXXy Beast [Elisa]
  • Smokey Does ‘Stans [lb4lb Bremer]
  • Smokey McGee, Train Conductor and His Magical Mystery Tour [lb4lb Bremer]
  • Spies Like Us [lb4lb Bremer]
  • The Donkey Show [Sammy]
  • The Lizard Lounge [Cindy]
  • The Mongo Mongoose [Larry Taylor]
  • The Parsley Predator [Rihani]
  • The Tabouli Terror [Rihani]
  • Winnie [Baby Cuz Lee-Ann, b/c it’s the “Winner’s Car”]
  • YURT a Go-Go [Uncle Cliff]

If voting was ever an important responsibility, it’s now. You only get one folks, so make it count, this will be our first impressions in 20 dadgum countries after all.


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Name My Ride…

The car, she needs a name…why not have a contest for it?  Here’s the rub:

  • Donate $5 to one of the charities and you can submit 2 names
  • Each additional entry is $5 to one of the charities
  • (Charity Donation Sites: CNCF, Mercy Corps)
  • If you’ve already donated, you’re good…just throw us some names
  • At the end of the month, we’ll put it to a vote

Once you’ve donated, email me your ideas or put them into a Comment on this post.  I’ll keep an updated list on the website.  Here’s the pic of her again to get your imagination flowing…

The Yet-to-be-Named Car

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Eat me Kitt!!!!

We nabbed a car baby.  After rolling through damn near every Suzuki and Panda club in England, patrolling ebayUK harder than CNN during the OJ trial, and realizing that a 1 liter engine in Texas is pretty much non-existent…we nabbed one from a couple fellas who got bumped from the Rally during the mad registration days.

She’s a 1985 Suzuki SJ410…4 wheel drive…970cc engine…apparently runs well and needs only minor work to get her ready for her destiny.  Needless to say this is a HUGE step.  Seeing as our visas our now all in process mode, we can hunker down and start getting some fun little shin-digs together for yall to come out and enjoy while we raise some $$$ for charity…

Now, our majestic steed can’t go unnamed, and since we’ve spouted all sorts of talk about sharing the journey with everybody, it’s spot on to have a naming contest.  We’ll send out details in an email, so keep your eyes peeled and get your think tanks on while you look at a few pics of the ol’ girl (or check out our CAR page)…

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By the way, Kitt is the car from Night Rider…

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Heartbroken Reflection on Those 33…

It is amidst the planning for our trip to the wild abyss that we are reminded of the root of our passion.  The shock and bewilderment that meets us when people first hear about our journey certainly deserves an easy explanation.  Our goal is simple.  We are defending the right to life.  Yet, our subjects are still far away.  Even our ambition to give to people who simply don’t have the means to survive does not adequately represent the fleeting nature of life.  Having everything or nothing, it can all be lost in a split second.

No words can describe the sorrow I feel at this moment…for the 33 Hokies who were taken…for their friends and families…for the community around them…and for the state of humanity.  Too often is our reaction to people negative, thrown to the depths of resentment, discrimination, and ultimately hate due simply to our own self awareness, or lack thereof.  The loss of life, especially when unwarranted, is the ultimate tragedy. 

My immediate, natural reaction is unfortunately hate…hate because I simply cannot understand the senseless, cowardly nature behind this act.  It is the present moment that alleviates my anger.  We have to try and make sense of this tragedy.  We have to try and realize what little beauty lies in such heartbreak and catastrophe.  While I weep for those 33 lives that were lost, I realize that there is a nation of people drawn together by their stories.  I hope beyond hope that those 33 souls will be a living example of how fostering love amongst our brothers and sisters is our responsibility as humans.

If you are reading this blog, please take time to reflect…no conversation, no action, and certainly nothing pertaining to us.  Think not of measurable aspects of your life, your families, your friends, or of the ephemeral ventures of others, or even of the emotions that rush upon you.  Think of the significance of those 33.  Find meaning in this loss.  Recognize this moment and grasp it with all your strength. 

Life rises and falls as quick as the splash from a raindrop and as slow as the formation of a mountaintop.  All we are left with is the present.  Let us foster peace in that moment, in this moment.  It is life itself, after all, that depends on it…

One small step for the Skips…

No turning back now, or some West Texas folk will be awful disappointed…

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This ought to be the beginning of our media exposure. Not bad for a couple of country boys who used to think baseball and Texas were the ends of the Earth :)

Change She Is a Comin’…

New route!  More countries!  A convoy!  Another charity to support!

Massive changes went through over the last week.  Check that…massive upgrades over the last week.  We have officially joined forces with a couple other teams (Driving Miss Daisy of UK and Wrong Way Round  of Scotland/Minnesota).  We will join them in lugging boxes of education materials to SWORDE-Teppa, a small charity in Tajikistan, where we will take a short break before hitting the Kazakh-Russian-Mongolian death strip.

Check on the main page, where yall can find info on SWORDE-Teppa, links to our new teammates, new country descriptions, and a swanky new route map put together with the help of Nathan from Wrong Way Round.

For those of you in DFW, keep an eye open for us this weekend, and not just for our company (hint, hint…)

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