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Oregon Hillbilly Ride 2016

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Diego and I are about to embark on a ride never recorded in history, and not many of men know about ,which is the Hillbilly ride.  Please stay tuned on this forum as we share with you our destination and route in the upcoming weeks.  We are in search of the ultimate Hillbilly of modern time.  We have gotten wind of a route that will lead us to a place close to the shores of the Oregon cost line. Where we will be guest and setting up our tents on this goat farm in the wild woods of Oregon. We are planning the route now to get to this goat farm which will take us through national parks in California and through canyons and gorges in Oregon to reach this destination that to my knowledge is only known by a few.  Please stay tuned as we will be leaving on July 22, got to go now because I am late for my Banjo class.

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       Hey Dan,   Are your Crew some of those Elites we are hearing soo much about lately??

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Oh, no! There will be a "brief" hillbilly interlude....not extensive banjo activity. Not too wild and/or wooly.  But there will be goats...

It's like this: Dan and I are doing a longish camp/ride on street bikes.  No real destination except for Whidby Island in Washington. We also plan to explore the California and Oregon coasts, as well as some of Eastern Oregon/Washington and the Columbia Gorge.

I might've mentioned to Dan that an old friend lives outside of Dallas, Oregon...he's truly a backcountry type.  He always has beer and ammo ready for my visits. We plan to toss our tents out at his place when we pass through and enjoy some interesting times.

I'm not sure you'll believe the photos I post...it's a different world up there, to be sure. I may or may not be kidding when I say that he's one of the guys that found DB Cooper's stuff...

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"Where the men are men and the sheep are nervous..."

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Dan and I hardly ever find ourselves in here circumstances.

Hardly ever...


Psycho Hillbilly Crackheads from Hell (Or, “How I Spent my Memorial Day Weekend")


It was to be an enjoyable weekend of motorcycle camping at a secluded spot—a shakedown ride for a summer ride to Canada and Alaska. It morphed into a drug-fueled soundtrack consisting of bluegrass, AC/DC, hip hop/rap, radio static, what sounded like painful sex acts and hillbillies yelling, “yeeeeee-haaaaawww!!!” All at maximum volume. I was subjected to this delightful scene between the hours of 11pm and 7am.

Ah, but let me start from the beginning…

My riding partner, Dan, recently suggested a second and final shakedown ride to make sure our camping gear was ready for the wilds of Canada.  

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He knew just the spot, a hidden campground in the middle of the Cleveland National Forest., a place so far from civilization that he predicted no one would even be there but us. Perfect, I said. Let’s go.

We met at San Diego’s finest back-country biker bar, the Hideout Saloon in Santa Ysabel (http://www.thehideoutsaloon.com), on Sunday afternoon for a planning session and a couple warm-up brews. dan+and+dan+camp+%25283%2529.JPG

By 5pm we had reached the spot, tucked away in the hills and 7 miles down a little road.


Dan was correct as there was only one other car parked there, a young couple tent camping. We selected a spot away from them and set up our gear.  Indian+Flats+MC+camping+May2014+%25281%2Indian+Flats+MC+camping+May2014+%25282%2MC+camping+Indian+Flats+campground+CleveMC+camping+Indian+Flats+campground+CleveMC+camping+Indian+Flats+campground+Cleve


Everything appeared to be going well; the tents and cooking gear were in fine order. We started a campfire as the sun went down and sat back to enjoy a couple big San Diego Lost Abbey brews (http://lostabbey.com/). MC+camping+Indian+Flats+campground+Cleve


By 10pm we were both ready to turn in and try out our sleeping bags and air mattresses (yes, we are old and no longer enjoy sleeping on the hard ground).  

It was almost exactly 11pm when I heard the first, “yeeeee-haaaaaww!!” The hillbilly holler was accompanied by the all too clichéd bluegrass banjo music (My Old Kentucky Home, no kidding.) My tent was lit up by a large truck’s headlights pointing right at my tent. I scrambled to grab the necessary hardware to confront the unwelcome guests and unzipped my tent at surprising speed for a tired old guy full of local beer.


As I jumped out of my tent, wearing naught but boxers and a Smith & Wesson, I faced a scene from Deliverance. Instead of squealing like a pig, I inquired “semi-nicely” as to their intent. The 3 men and a little lady looked intrigued as to who would spoil their good time. The big truck’s engine was revved for effect, of course. The bluegrass music was turned up even louder, of course. And off the truck screeched in a show of backcountry lunacy. Of course.


Holy cow. I just stood there and listened to them race through the campground, hooting and hollering. The only other sound was Dan’s impressive snoring coming from deep within his tent. You have gotta be kidding!

I went back inside my tent and listened as the group proceeded to whoop loudly, smoke crack, sing along with the radio – badly, may I add— and make all sorts of love to that poor girl. It would have been amusing, funny, even, if I hadn’t been so tired. I am amazed at how the other couple who were camping directly across from this redneck disaster tolerated the fiasco, but they did, apparently.


Dawn broke by 5am and I could take it no longer; I’d slept not one wink. I dressed, sat in my camp chair and made coffee as I listened to the catastrophe wind down. And it did, too, at 7am sharp. I guess their crack/meth wore off at the same time that Dan’s Ambien did, because all of a sudden the radio noise died and Dan stumbled sleepily from his tent.

“Did you hear music just now?” Said Dan as he rubbed his eyes.

I looked at him incredulously. It took all I had to now toss my hot coffee at him.

“Are you serious?” I sputtered? “You didn’t hear any of that?”

“Of what?” Asked Dan.

“In. Frickin. Credible. Just amazing.” That’s all I could say.

Dan warmed up some coffee as he listened to me recount the Hillbilly Massacre of 2014. He chuckled as I recalled the hooting and/or hollering I endured; the 2 hours of full-volume radio static; the high-fiving, love making, crack smoking lewdness that was now silently passed out in the dirt just 100 yards from our campsite.

Dan asked me why the redneck quartet acted as they did, especially in such a nice campground. I could only reply that the cretins’ neighbors would never allow such thoughtless merriment to occur in their trailer park. That was only a guess.

We packed up camp and left by 8:30. The only evidence of the madness I’d listened to for 8 solid hours was a lone hillbilly, leaning unsteadily on a truck and 3 lifeless bodies lying in the dirt alongside of him. I revved my bike’s motor for effect, but the group was too far out of it to even realize we were there.


True story. Good times…

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Haha good times, I'm just like y9u can't sleep threw anything and my good camping buddy is out within 30 seconds snores and doesn't wakeup for anything. 

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One more thing to pack on the camp out 

Ambien ✔️

Wait, make that two things!

?✔️

Thanks for sharing. 

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