Come Join Me and the Rolling Heavy Vanner Girls For a Party In the Desert

If our comments and emails are any indication, TTAC readers are by and large very sane and sensible men who make sound choices based on reliable data.

You’re family men with minivans and bachelors who have CUVs just in case they meet the right girl on eHarmony. You’re introverts who don’t like bright colors. You’re engineers and programmers who can spot a logical flaw from ten thousand feet up.

Oh yeah, and there’s also one enormous black dude who drives an SRT-8 Jeep around Queens and can remotely kill you with his brain.

No matter which one of the above stereotypes fits you, you need to put it all aside and get out to Joshua Tree National Park this weekend to join me for a party that, in all likelihood, neither of us will be able to remember.

It’s called Desert Generator and it’s gonna be live. An enormous caravan of custom Seventies vans will be rolling from Los Angeles to Joshua Tree Saturday morning. Me? I’ll be the guy on the Indian Roadmaster at the end of the line, and you know I’ll be accompanied by a member of the fairer sex. There will be a massive van show during day, and I’ll be awarding a prize for Raddest Van or something similar.

As soon as the sun sets, it’s time to head to the world-famous Pappy and Harriet’s for a five-band stoner-rock lineup. When it’s all said and done, you can camp out in your van or on the desert floor. I’ll be borrowing an Airstream from Kate Pierson of the B-52s, and although three’s a crowd in the bed of an Airstream I could probably find room for one of our distaff readers. If there are any. The stats say there aren’t. Come prove me wrong.

Insofar as we live in a world where liability is always a concern, I feel compelled to warn you that partying with me in the desert is a bad idea and you could ingest substances that destroy your corpus callosum and you might wind up face down on the desert sand choking in your own vomit like John Bonham and where we’re going, they don’t have paved roads and stuff like that.

Don’t forget that I have a knack for meeting very strange people and hanging out with them and you might be victimized by this.

But you’re still gonna do it, right? Of course you are. See you this Saturday.