Day 3 would prove to be the most entertaining day yet, even though few miles were traveled. When the vagabonds finally made the 2-mile walk to the highway from their place in the woods it was only minutes before their first ride. A tattooed covered girl by the name of Elise swooped them up. Not saying much and letting her black metal music ring out, gave them a key ride to the Mississippi River, so they could complete that challenge.
What they claim as the worst swim in history in the muddy, sledge water of the Mississippi was quick and to the point, but not a highlight in their day. With the days to the Any Means Tijuana premiere getting fewer and fewer, they needed to make some more miles today. After stopping by the gravesite of Herbert Hoover (the president who presided over the start of the Great Depression) and a short mile walk, they got picked up by a not so sweet, not so attractive older red haired lady in her fifties. Nonetheless she got them to the town of Urbandale, Iowa where they ended up at the local skate park and hooked up with the shop Sub Sect. Sub Sect is a cool little skateshop run by a guy name Kevin and owned by Heath Kirchart. The shop hooked the boys up with a couple things, let them use a computer to upload photos for the updates and gave them a ride to the truck stop on I-80.
This is where the story turns shady and interesting. The first ride was a failure. A not-so-normal, creepy little man in a contractors van picked the boys up, talked to them about rest stops (sketchy places, by rumor) and offered them a place to stay at his house. They promptly demanded he pull over and let them out.
They walked to the nearest gas station where once again they hit the jackpot. Enter black Land Rover being driven by 41 year-old, blonde, busty Midwest MILF. She muttered she normally does not do this, but the boys looked so sweet. When they jumped in the car, she greeted them with a couple cold beers. As they looked closer, she had empties all over the car. She was on the way to a birthday party and insisted the boys come. Absolutely no bullshit—pictures will be coming the next chance they get to a computer to verify this part of the story. The party consisted of booze, food, weed and middle aged women baring their upper halves to Dirty Joel. In addition, one of the guys at the party was kind enough to give them twenty bucks and a ride back to the highway at the end of the night.
At the end of Day 3, our two vagrants slept by the side of the highway in Des Moines, IA, a mere 1,757 miles from the Run For The Border Any Means premiere. If nights like this are any indication of what that night in Tijuana is going to be like, there will be many stories to tell. Stay tuned to www.romesnowboards.com for more photos of the MILF-party night as well as a video update coming soon.