Hobo Jungle

[2railjon]

I'll take a Sam Adams and a chaser, bro. It's been a long week already. Sorry to say I never thought much of HT's credibility after his HA book. But that's just my own ex scooter trash self speakin'. Still the same, I hate to see anyone pass on. Well, most anyone. Here's a toast anyway, HT.

[Tramp]

Jon, what's your short? I might be able to find it somewhere down here. This is an amazing cellar.

I always got along fine with the HAs.

[2railjon]

I got along fine with every one, myself. Nothing but respect for them. I'll take a bourbon, nothin' fancy. Bar stock will suite me fine, thanks.

[2railjon]

I hope my ex-wife visits this town

[2railjon]

Tramp, while you're pouring would you mind setting Daisy out a glass of wine. Hopefully she'll show up.

[2railjon]

One can only imagine.

[San Diegan]

Burp. Man this home brew is yeasty. Where did we ever get the idea we could make beer from lawn clippings?

I don't really remember the origin of the HST and HA thing. I think he wrote a book about it and there's a few club members left that feel like they had an undercover anthropologist among them. There's an HA presence here in SD, but no real trouble. Some day I'll have to tell the story of the Leucadian.

Now, let me tell you about one of my infamous anxiety dreams.

We have a bar in Mission Beach that attracts a lot of bikers. It's across the street from the roller coaster. I've been in there and it's cool. Most folks park their motorcycle out in front, at an angle to the curb. So in the dream, I'm in there having a few drinks and enjoying the conversation. I decide to leave and head out the front. As I do, I collide with the first bike and almost knock it over. I just barely have the bike at its balance point when the damn roller coaster bottoms after it's steepest descent. The vibration tips the scale against me and the bike goes over, hitting the next bike. At that point, an impossible array of 100s of bikes stretching from Mission Blvd to the boardwalk go over like dominoes. I wake up screaming.

Usually, if I go back to sleep and continue dreaming, I head down to the Lahina or Dick's Last Resort and piss off the San Diego State football team.

Do I want to be in the hospital, or what?

San

[2railjon]

LOL,San! You have this thing for nurses, don't you?

[Frank53]

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[Frank53]

One can only imagine.

I think this is teh main intersection intown:

[Frank53]

possibilities are endless:

[Frank53]

I wonder if the waitresses are hot?:

[San Diegan]

Frank53, I think you have some layout material there.

Meanwhile, I think I'll do a little camping on my way up to Idaho to see Dufus.



On the other hand, I just may cruise up there in this babe magnet.



San

[2railjon]

LOL, Frank!! I would hate to have to answer the phone at the Fuk Mi Buffet all day!!

San, My babe magnet dream car:

I would love a few of these on a flat car or auto loader on my layout!!

[Tramp]

I can see that I'm going to have to start posting pics, somehow. This place is better than most magazines. Notice we're in the thirties now on the Jungle. 1934, I believe. San, where you born then? Your camper is a beaut.