Tacket built a wonderful new Bar to put the Volt Aged on. Come see us age whiskey 30 years in only seconds! Revel in our ability to change junks shape, and drink enough to believe our tales of science.
Escape from Berkeley, Kick-off party and Vehicle Showcase, at the Shipyard Labs 1010 Murray Street in Berkeley, CA. Entry is a sliding scale five to fifteen, with all proceeds going to the race.
The night before the Escape from Berkeley rally commences come gawk and meet the Racers. Lay down your bets, who will win and who will be voted sexiest vehicle. Enjoy, Fired Scottish whiskey by Jon Sarriugarte, Orations and evocations by non-other than Dr. Hal and John Hell, and a surprise libation from Flash.
My friends who have spent way too much time in Berkeley have decided finally to get out, but not soon enough to be affected by the hippie vestages of left wing counter culture.
The City Berkeley is now a maximum security statist dystopia . . .
Cars are illegal . . . Petroleum is a controlled substance . . . Now, geeks and gearheads unite to . . .
Escape from Berkeley (by any non-petroleum means necessary)
October 10 – 13, 2008
“Escape from Berkeley” is a road rally of alternatively powered vehicles from Berkeley, California to Las Vegas, Nevada. Part engineering problem, part artistic opportunity, the rally challenges contestants to start their “engines” on something other than petroleum based fuel, and by any means necessary, cause their “vehicles” show up in Las Vegas three days later- using only fuels/power/motive force scavenged “for free” along the route.
DARPA had a Grand Challenge. . . the rednecks a Cannonball Run. . . and the hippies a bunch of WVO buses broken down on the side of the road. Now, NASA scientists and junkyard fabricators go head-to-head in a no holds barred battle of engineering prowess and creative excess. Hanging somewhat in the balance, are bragging rights for saving the world. That, and a grand prize of $5,000.
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The first weekend in oct the CBA gets together at Fritz Hagist to camp, cook, drink and…. oh yea blacksmith. We call it Oktoberfest.
Lead Demonstrator ~ Frank Turley, Santa Fe, New Mexico
Frank Turley has taught blacksmithing for more than 30 years at his school. Some of the biggest names in blacksmithing have studied under his tutelage. He will demonstrate Hispanic Gothic “claraboya” and a Mexican “aldaba” among other things, and will bring copies of the book he co-wrote on colonial Spanish blacksmithing. www.turleyforge.com Workshop Demonstrator ~ Dan Romo, Oakland, California
Dan romo’s specialty is applying patinas to the work of other metal smiths. He uses cold and hot chemicals with a clear paste wax finish. He will be demonstrating his techniques and provide opportunities for us to try them out. www.studioromo.com CBA Education Workshop ~ Mark Aspery, Springville, California
Welded collar & tools & math (as on Level III grill). Forging set-ups will be available for beginners between sessions.
The weekend before a smaller group sets up the whole thing, then we cook, drink, and shoot the shit.
Here we are at beer:30 after a hard day in the woods setting up showers, tents, a full industrial kitchen, pig roaster, and Oyster cooker! I’m looking forward to this weekend with Kyrsten Zolie and all the CBA crew.
It was great to get both the cars out for this annual event. I loved the crowd and the response we got was over the top. The entire parade route was nothing but claps and cheers! Zolie wasn’t sure what to think and spent most of the parade just staring at all this attention with a blank face.
No fire this year as Berkeley city continues to make this event watered down with drugs, bad politics, naked people, but no beer (unless your in the fenced area), fire or free thinking art.
The Wong and Chan Family joined us!
We were swarmed with questions and congratulations from the crowd.
A good friend of mine Christopher Brooks responded to my questions about the trace mounds we saw this year at Burning Man from the previous year’s event.
Here is the research he did along with a bit of history of the Blackrock desert.
The pictures he shows of the early years remind me of my first trip to Blackrock. I brought out my Vespa with 10″ tires and was able to drive at 50mph with my eyes closed and no hands! It was not a reckless move back then, just flat and hard.
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This post was written by Form & Reform on September 23, 2008 Comments Off on Trace Mounds at Blackrock
After a very early morning photo shoot of the snail, while trying to find someone who was serving pancakes, Lisa and I are approached by a guy on a Segway wondering if we have 110v power on board the snail. He asked if it could run a vacuum cleaner and would we like a ride in his helicopter. I stepped out of the car to make sure I understood his request and quickly said yes. I followed him back to his camp to pick up gear, friends and our tip…
While they were loading, a couple of clean guys got in wearing Enron shirts and tossed in this neatly stacked $50,000 bundle of cash! I grabbed it and thanked them for our tip. They laughed, took our picture and then showed us the center was all ones.
I stopped by camp to pick Kyrsten up (took a slick tongue to get her out of bed that early) and 20 min later we are vacuum cleaned and seat belted in.
Paul, the guy who stopped us, and the snail in our prop wash.
These guys brought out a plane too. Here it is after they crashed it a few days before. As we head straight at the side of Trego mountain and pull up just in time to barely make it over the top, we are starting to wonder if we should have said yes to this ride. I found out after the ride that Lisa is terrified of flying!
One of the interesting things I saw from the air was the large dune we kept hitting riding the snail around that week. You can clearly see it in this picture as a dark fuzzy line running from the bottom left, though the camps, twords Trego mountain (looks like a road). Turns out this is where last years trash fence was! I took a look at aerial shots (see below) once I got home and you can see many years of scars left from having the event out there. I think this is a great event, but I wish there was a more open dialog with burners and BM about the damage being done. The combination of lack of rain and years of BM is why this years event was so dusty. This event leaves a huge trace, what are the real impacts on this area and how long will the desert take to recover?
Well we are finally here. The Snail is a BIG hit and everyone loves it. Our DMV shifts helping people register their cars went so smooth and visiting with people there is one of the highlights of my trip. The dust is bad, but one of the best nights was riding around with Kyrsten and Merrilee on bikes and running into wonderful snapshots of playa life that faded away with the next brown out and rain. Everyone out seems happy and ghost like alive in their dusty best.
Zolie and I got to hang out with them in their temporary state side shop in Petaluma (thanks to their friend Scotty). These are people I instantly knew were family and we hope to see them return again.
This photo says it all for me. Our faces are clear and somber and the snail is a little shaky.
It’s now 4am on Sunday (our plan was to leave on Sat. am) we are loaded and have manage to add some of the little things that later in the trip we will all be glad we took the extra time to do. The upgrades include: the palanquin, a chain to keep the door in the open position while driving, a 1 watt radio station, stairs/ladder to get into the palanquin, a rear view mirror, 500watt Navy spot light, a dash compass, and the Sound of the Golden Mean. The car looks great, drives amazingly well, and everything seems to work. Most of us have not slept more than a few hours for the past 2-3 days and we have just finished a 18 hour work day.
Off we go with high hopes of reaching our camp late Sunday am.
A few miles into our trip and the rear tire on the van blows and throws rubber all over the freeway. Our only spare fits the front, so we change the front tire, place it on the rear only to discover the other rear is flat too. We manage to drive a 100 feet more before gravity takes over. AAA arrives just after dawn to tow us to a station. It’s Sunday and the only tire store that will be open is Firestone and they don’t open for 2 more hours!
Firestone was not helpfull and honestly rude about our now tire less van on their door step. I did get a chance to use their bathroom and make a call to West Oakland’s J&O tires.
James hooked us up with a new set of Firestone tires (the ones Firestone said they were out of), and did it in style, completed by hand, and heavy Metal rock (full blast) right in front of Firestone and Sears at 10am. The flag on his truck was a reminder of the real “Spirit of America”. Security made a few stops by to see how long we planned to camp there, and we assured them we would be gone by weeks end. Yes we were home!
One more stop in Reno. Right in front of the worst section of cement lined hwy the van blew another tire. Lauren saved the day, using all of her race experience, and steered a front tire blow out though an exit. More rubber flew, this time right into our windshield. The second we stop Kyrsten was on the phone with Pep Boys arranging tires, Christopher was unloading the spare and I had the front tire off. We were a well oiled crew. The adrenaline was still flowing when we hit the road and headed for Pep Boys. 5pm
With 4 new tires we finally pull off the freeway at Fernely to get gas.
We arrived at Gerlach at 9pm, 17 hours on the road! We loaded up Christopher’s trailer, got water and dropped the snail at our friend Don’s house for the night. We thought the next part of getting though the gate into Burning Man would be easy. Turns out that the passes we and most of DMV got, had no bar code on them. We were sent though the line 3 times. Each time being told that what ever the last person said was wrong, and what does this mark on your window mean? We resorted to Jedi mind tricks and started telling everyone the mark meant we could get in. It worked! and after 4 hours, with a early arrival pass, and our 2 year old (she had the best mind control tricks), we got in. 21 hours door to door.
