7/7 - I-5 somewhere in Southern Oregon. This was taken on the way from Seattle to Oakland. This is probably hour 7 of 17 for that day. What a lovely picture from the road…now allow me to jump up on my soapbox.
I’ve never had bad luck with Craigslist Rideshare. I have to explain to people all of the time that the world isn’t the really the scary place that shitty local news tells you it is. (Seriously, stop watching that crap.) Partially as a byproduct of the legalization of abortion in 1973, crime rates have gone down (among other factors). Less unwanted humans means less violent, bitter psychopaths out in the world. Imagine that. It’s actually safer now than it was 20 years ago. And with gas prices pointlessly going nuts (I’m just gonna blame Bush no matter what) it doesn’t make sense for me to drive Elizabeth Taylor around the country and NOT have passengers ride with me to chip in. And have I ever been afraid of any of them? Fuck no.
So along my Journey I always put up a Rideshare ad a couple days before I take off to the next place. And it’s not as if I don’t vet them to decide if they can come with. In my ads I tell them to send me a pic and/or their facebook. I can usually divine out of that whether they seem cool or not. Also I put in the ad “No Stinkers!” (It only takes one to remember to include this on your ad.)
On this day I got 4 hours of sleep in the van in my spot next to Green Lake and met up with Craigslist Rideshare 1 of 3. A self-proclaimed “gentle soul” named Lightbear was dropped off at the van and we went to Capitol Hill to pick up a hip, single mom, Bree; blue hair, covered in colorful tattoos who was heading to Eugene, OR to get a cat skull tattoo’ed on her hand by an artist with a year long wait list. I myself was heading back to LA to play some shows with my UK band, KAV.
On the way South we picked up the last passenger, June, who was heading to the Oakland area not far from where Lightbear was going to stay. Lightbear was going to check out a college professor/philosopher/guru/collective in the East Bay and June was staying with some family in the suburbs before heading down to Mexico to write a book on Female Sustainable Builders. Noble pursuits all around.
Lightbear had just attended the Rainbow Gathering and was the one who turned me on to the phrase “Drainbows”. At a stop in the middle of Oregon I dug out my acoustic guitar from the back and L.B. played us a few songs.
We dropped off Bree in Eugene and I thought of visiting the collective where my first travel companion Ryan was staying, but I knew we had to get a move on to make Oakland. The GPS was already saying we’d be lucky to arrive around 2:30 am.
June, L.B. and I swapped stories about meditation, where we came from, authorities abusing their power and pushing around hippies in Medford, OR and future plans. Somewhere around Shasta National Forrest we stopped at a Rest Area and found some abandoned Coors Light just hanging out on the way to the on-ramp. I think the universe put them there for us because they were still cold.
We got in to the outskirts of Oakland around 3 am. I dropped of L.B. and then June and parked in a rich neighborhood under a big tree in front of a McMansion being renovated and up for sale in the $300k’s. What a steal!
When I woke up the next morning to head down to LA I realized coincidentally that I’d stayed in the same suburb sometime last year with my friend Liz.
Best group rideshare yet.