How to Live Out of Your Car: Be A Renegade Camper

Names have been changed to protect the identities of the innocent.

On a rainy winter night I approached a mini-bus parked at a dirt field at the end of town. There were no signs of light inside and no other sounds besides water droplets bouncing off the fiberglass roof.  “Jack! You in there?” I called listening for any movement within. Then the hydraulic doors parted the way they’d down thousands of times before when the micro-bus was in use by the City of Bellflower.

“What are you up too?  Come on in.” Jack announced with excitement. He appreciates nothing more than visitors. A wave of heat hit my face as I climbed up the stairs and the mechanical doors closed behind. A propane heater in the back of the bus explained why Jack was hanging out in pajama shorts on this cold night.

“Dude, I was just cooking up a stir-fry. There’s plenty to go around.”

The bus’ seats were removed and a bed built in the back turning the vehicle into a mobile living quarters. Black cloth hung over the windows blocking any light from the outside and his two massive dogs returned to their bunks after they gave me a thorough sniffing.

Jack has lived out of vehicles longer than anyone else I’ve known and has the routine down to a science. His set up wasn’t always this luxurious. When I first met him he used to park a rusty white van at the river mouth where I surfed often. His dogs used to roam the area freely until the city started actively protecting the Snowy Plover, an endangered bird that lives in sand dunes of California. For years Jack parked his van there until his dog Duke ran up to a harbor patrol officer with a snowy plover hanging from the sides of his mouth.

“Since you are the guru of living out of vehicles I decided to ask you a few questions to write a story about how to save money by avoiding rent.”

Jack was actually a marine in his younger years. After camping for years in the jungles of Vietnam and killing numerous individuals all he wanted when he returned was to live a peaceful existence. He had some kids and tried to work a normal job, but had trouble taking orders from any kind of boss. With no rent he is able to live a comfortable existence working the occasional odd job in construction.

“What if someone was to live out of their vehicle and work a normal job. Theoretically they’d be able to stack some serious dough. Don’t you think?”

“Sure dude, I used to pay almost twenty thousand a year for rent in California.”

Jack handed me a beer as the stir fry sizzled before us his face turned serious and he went into the basics of how to live out of a vehicle.

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Weekly Photo Challenge: Silhouette

MAN AND CACTUS- Southern Baja, Mexico

The German Biker Gang

Our HFJ news team was involved in a skirmish with an outlaw German Motorcycle Gang a few days ago. The group pulled up beside the news van blasting music by Prince from high wattage motorcycle speakers.  The man here with the glasses took a seat on the hood of the news vehicle and peered through the front window.  That was when our news team told them to shut down the music.  They said they wouldn’t turn off their music for anyone and that they would kick somebody’s ass if they have too.

Stand Up Paddleboarders Vs. Surfers at C-Street

Disclosure: Names have been changed to protect individuals at the scene of the crime

A Stand-Up Paddleboarder who goes by the name of “Shark” attacked a longboarder at C-Street on April 17, 2012.  Witnesses say it was a sunny mellow day, “everybody was having a good time” until a stand-up paddleboarder started getting a little greedy with waves.  The longboarder made a comment that offended “Shark.”   Witnesses say there was a skirmish and the longboarder was struck by Shark’s paddle. Continue reading →

Alien Caveman

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In a dark land was born a hero, a defender of the universe, a revolutionary.  And this man beat to a different drum.  He spoke of engines that defied the laws of physics and generated their own energy through magnets.  He built a dredge that could turn the Himalayas to the Grand Canyon.  But most will remember this man as a phenomenal surfer who broke all the rules of surfing.  Some birds were meant to fly free.  Caveman navigated his sailboat from Santa Cruz Island to Ventura Harbor in Gail force winds and ten foot swell, some of the heaviest conditions I’ve seen to this day.  He taught me how to handle the boat in those particular seas, then departed to the cabin for a nap.  It was do or die and I quickly figured out what not to do.  About five minutes after he laid down, I broached so hard off the front of a swell he stuck his head out of the cabin and said, “You do that again and the mast will come down.”  then went back to sleep.  I didn’t do it again because he was telling the truth.

Journey to the Land of the Chumash: A Surf Tale -By Dancing Dear Man

I hid in “Pistachio” (The name of my camper) as a short lived but nonetheless heavy rain dripped through the surfboard rack modification I’d done to the roof.  More 5200 sealant would  definitely fix the problem.  I thought.  The rain ceased at sunset and I searched the area for wood to build a fire.  Songs that I hadn’t been able to remember for years flowed through my guitar before the campfire. Continue reading →

Josh’s Barrel Photographed by Jeff Byrnes

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HAS ANYONE SEEN THIS MAN?

WE BELIEVE THIS CHARACTER’S BEEN UP TO SOME SUSPICIOUS ACTIVITIES

 

Northwest Swell Closes Out Ventura Pier

Northwest swell closes out the Ventura Pier.  Current races through the pilings like the Rogue River, faster than Laird could paddle.  Whenever the news decides to broadcast a large swell they close down the pier, post caution signs, and there are spectators all over the beach.  The piers still open and only one man around to tell.  I guess Dallas Rains didn’t see this one on the doppler.  Luckily our news team caught this lonesome bystander on the biggest swell of 2012.

 

The Search For the Sunrader

 

Recently I found myself on a road trip to the northwest in search of a mini Toyota RV.  It all started with a salvaged Toyota Dolphin that I found on craiglist for sale for only $1500.  For that cheap I thought I could take a train to Oregon from California so I decided to give the man a call. Continue reading →

Diablo Wind

High barometric pressure rises over the desert  draining air from the sea.  In a sudden change of temperature wind funnels between mountains on both sides of the Oxnard Plain.  Diablo Wind, as some like to say, hot dry desert air on a collision course with the sea.  Where wind and waves meet minute vortex’s peel over the shore of the harbor.

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The Wasteland

The wind drums a strand of steal drums off a hollow oil container.   It is a barren land of metal left to decay makes an eerie feeling  difficult to comprehend.  Off Ventura Ave. is an abandoned oil known as the “Wasteland.”  It is an open canvas for spray canners and shelter for homeless living in the river bottom.

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Surf Art By Chris Charney

Charney comes from a time in surfing when power meant throwing as much water of the back of the wave that down the line momentum would allow.  Thankfully Central Coast waves are packed with power.  This turn went to the top of the wave the wave all the way to the flats without letting off the rail.  Charney entire life and all that he does is full of this outrageous energy.  From his art to the dance floor he’s full throttle. Continue reading →

“Anchovi’s Taxi Service” Written by Barnacle Pete

Anchovi’s Taxi Service

 

An Overworked andoverpaid fisherman, I went into Barnacle Pete’s Seafood for two dollar and fifty cent “happy hour” beers.

After a week at sea I needed to talk to a different face than my comrades on the boat, preferably a woman’s.  A classic symptom of sleep deprivation, I talked until nobody wanted to talk anymore. I knew I was delirious, my favorite time to be in a bar.  I called out, “I’ve had enough.  I’m walking home.”

At the top of the bridge over the freeway I stopped to wave at the cars passing by.  I filled my pockets with oranges from a tree that hadn’t been picked in a while.  Just as I arrived at my house cab driver rolled down his window and shouted across the street, “Hey pickle dick!  You need a ride?” Continue reading →

How One-Armed-Dan Lost His Arm

Joel: Let’s go to Ventura

Dan: Let’s get drunk

 

 

 

 

 

 

Joel: Let’s go skate

Dan: Let’s get drunk

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Caveman Interview On Day To Day Issues…

 

Tackle Box: What do you do for a living?  How do you survive?

Caveman: Right now I’m pretty much living below poverty level because of this thing I’m involved with.  I’ve been doing it for years.  Living on ten, fifteen, five bucks a week.  I get food stamps because I’m over fifty.  Staying in an abandoned shop.  Sleeping on couches.  I try to put out the message.  I’ve done speeches at city hall.  I gave them DVD’s and disclaimers.  None of them signed them.  That’s illegal.  That’s a multi million dollar lawsuit in its own there.  The ignorant sons of bitches

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