Denver 1972
I've been fortunate to reconnect with a former roommate when I lived out in Baywood Park, His name is Steven and he had red hair like my best high school friends Diane and Joe and had been a wrestler at Cal Poly until hehad injured himself and so was no longer on the team. His girlfriend, Rose was just the greatest, I loved Rose, but it didn't work out between them and on my first Christmas break at UCSB, I went with him to Denver, where his brother lived and Rose had moved and was living with a friend of hers (female) and had one my first gay type encounters and kinda of came out sort of to them.
On the way back, his brother came with us and the week we were there it had been warm and between winter storms, and of course the night or day we left the next storm came through but we got over I believe Love Pass is the name and I was up front with Steven, his bro in back and we were yaking and his bro goes Steven head for the snow or something, or else we were already heading for the back end of this camper, and since this was 1972, the old kind that was ready heavy and big, but they had got their front tires off the road but not their butt and the brakes didn't work and so maybe Steven says what do I do and then is bro said it, either way we made it more or less the same way with the front tires in the snow but the back end of the Vega, whipped around and smashed into the camper. Amazingly no one was injured even though the Vega was totaled. And, while we were not in the middle of no where, it was snotty Vail, where no one would give us the time of, in this case, night. I don't know if it was we Californians who were learning or whether black ice was just to become known because freeways were now allowing us to do what you probably would do once. And that's what and the rest of the people on side of the road, during the warm spell, snow melted then at especially and on a slightly curving banked two land freeway, black ice formed and so a number of cars had had near misses.
We had to take a Greyhound bus home, which meant that it picked us up in Vail but goes all the way to Salt Lake City before turning around and going all the way down to San Bernardino and then into LA.
We got off in a college town south of SLC and met the only hippy, who was very lonely and was really thrilled to meet us.big, and this just then ending of the story, almost as good as the electric yo yo man, remember that?
