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I think we should have a dirtbag contest on CC.com! :crosseye:

 

Stage I: Collectively, let's decide: what constitutes a dirtbag? To me, it is a mixture of resourcefulness, thrift, and, well, dirt. To determine who CC's biggest dirtbags are, we need a point system.

 

Submit your ideas. I'll choose some of my favorites, and then we'll start round II, which will consist of nominations, scoring, and then the winners.

 

 

examples: score your ideas from 1-10.

-1 pt: eating expired power bars that you got for 10 cents at the grocery liquidation store.

-1 pt: for every PBR consumed after a climb, on average. :brew:

-1/2 pt: for every piece of duct tape holding together your clothing.

-10 pts: driving a camper Volkswagen van.

 

ready, set, go!

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I think we should have a dirtbag contest on CC.com! :crosseye:

 

Stage I: Collectively, let's decide: what constitutes a dirtbag? To me, it is a mixture of resourcefulness, thrift, and, well, dirt. To determine who CC's biggest dirtbags are, we need a point system.

 

Submit your ideas. I'll choose some of my favorites, and then we'll start round II, which will consist of nominations, scoring, and then the winners.

 

 

examples: score your ideas from 1-10.

-1 pt: eating expired power bars that you got for 10 cents at the grocery liquidation store.

-1 pt: for every PBR consumed after a climb, on average. :brew:

-1/2 pt: for every piece of duct tape holding together your clothing.

-10 pts: driving a camper Volkswagen van.

 

ready, set, go!

 

we already did this. Texplorer won and then went off to get married and finsh pharmacy school.

 

have you ever watched a man eat cold raviolies out of the can, wearing a jacket that was duct taped together in carharts that were duct taped together using gear that was so used the cams were starting to need to actualy be replaced. his house was his car. he lived in the vally for weeks at a time (he told me his secret and i will never give it away) then he would drive to indian creek and climb there until his hands were too cracked to keep going. then he would take some rest days and go somewhere else.

 

you aren't really a dirt bag if you have an adress.

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Not having an address should be requisite. Furthermore, I don't think too many dirt bags should have a steady internet connection, so most of the posters here are out. I also don't think college students can be dirt bags since classes serve as a responsibility.

 

One might achieve temporary dirtbag status by quitting your job for a few months, although true dirt bag status should be reserved for say 6 month plus unemployed, or many years of odd job labor.

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AND THE WINNER IS!!!!

Fred-BeckeyW700.jpg

 

ChaChinnng!!! Teh original, accept no immatations.

 

I was going to say there are no climber dirt bags in commieland, mainly because dirt bags don't have computers. If Fred does have a computer, I don't think he knows how to use it, because I have seen many posts on Fred's behalf.

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What about a "dirt bag" in a previous life. I lived in my van for over one year and Pink lived in his for over three years. I used to park my van in SE Portland behind Pink's van in front of a house of climbers who all wanted to get into vans……Ah…..those were the days. Back in those days…..it was all about living on the least amount of money…..so if you could sleep in your car and not pay rent……you win.

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If you are referring to me....I said van....as in a "van down by the river".....I would never own VW van....I owned a 77 dodge and Pink was in a Chevy.

 

real dirtbags have a small pickup with a plywood platform spanning the whole bed and above the wheel bumps, such that there is room for rubbermaid bins containing gear and ramen below the platform, and the platform is carpeted for improved sleeping.

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If you are referring to me....I said van....as in a "van down by the river".....I would never own VW van....I owned a 77 dodge and Pink was in a Chevy.

 

real dirtbags have a small pickup with a plywood platform spanning the whole bed and above the wheel bumps, such that there is room for rubbermaid bins containing gear and ramen below the platform, and the platform is carpeted for improved sleeping.

 

Sounds like my van dwelling.....just in a van....not a small pickup....

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If you are referring to me....I said van....as in a "van down by the river".....I would never own VW van....I owned a 77 dodge and Pink was in a Chevy.

 

real dirtbags have a small pickup with a plywood platform spanning the whole bed and above the wheel bumps, such that there is room for rubbermaid bins containing gear and ramen below the platform, and the platform is carpeted for improved sleeping.

 

Sounds like my van dwelling.....just in a van....not a small pickup....

 

more headroom! close enough.

 

i vaguely recall the above pictured fred showing a picture of his rig back in the 40's or something. it was just a small sports car with a ski rack, looked like a karmin ghia but i think that was before they started making them.

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real dirtbags hitchhike, vans and pickups are for trustafarians

 

i lived for 3 months on $60 cdn

u just gotta know what time iga throws out the expired produce and be waiting at the dumpster

 

 

no trusta here. i am a work horse. i'm thirty six and i still get out there with my guys and get dirty and grovel. unlike all the pussy ass cubicle climbers on this site. i was born to grovel and i love it.

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i was born to grovel and i love it.

 

You do need the right woman eh?

_____________________________________________________________

 

BTW, Beckey has already won 2 lifetime achievement awards in this catagory, Tex grew up, it's time for some new nominations.

 

And it aint me baby, cause I was hitchhiking to Yosemite right as my daughter was born. Just getting there had sucked and that doesn't include the 25 hours stuck in Yreka, until I finally got off the on ramp and hit the main freeway, right in front of the CHP shoppe there or the big gay logger guy who picked me up in his pickup truck next and offered to felate me and would give me a ride to Yos. if I said yes. He had plenty of good straight porn scattered around the truck and tried to get me interested in it undoubetedly so that I would get as aroused as he was obviously was ...

 

Mayhaps I should have reconsidered as it was at least 4 or 5 more cars and 2 more days to get there, including one fella so drunk that he couldn't see the road, but at that point I was getting almost desparate enough to start hoping that the gay logger would reappear with the offer and wasn't giving up on the drunk till he got me down the highway.....anyway.

 

I slept in a field just outside of Sacramento. The ants I'd rolled out on the night before woke before me, and unlike our gentle fun loving Pac NW ants, which are kind and peaceful, these MFers are agressive like most Califonians and love to bite you on the neck, which is not condusive to good sleeping, and then have the termidity to stink like formic acid and leave pincers in your skin when you swat them. So it went like this: Bite swat...start to sleep....bit swat....start to drift off.....bite sleep....The SOB that finally woke me right up from my exaustive unproductive sleep, bit my left testical harder than I can describe, and in my not awake condition I smacked it hard, which both doubled me up and woke me up straight away in agony.

 

Within 30 min of the ants, the bulldozers and earthmovers which had been parked quietly like good neighbors the previous evening started into turning this field into what it was to become - a strip mall.

 

Turns out in Calif: money talks and bullshit walks. As I'm walking I START TO GET PISSED, I MEAN REAL PISSED, DEEP DWOWN INSIDE DON'T HAND ME A GUN RIGHT NOW PISSED: and said to myself: I wish I had $20,000 to walk into any car lot I see and just buy a MF GD CAR!

 

Well, it didn't take long: I can pretty much do that with most cars anywhere in the world where I might spy one or need one now,

 

 

and the moral is: dirtbagging sucks.

 

Money talks - bullshit walks. My truism for the day. No extra charge.

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i vaguely recall the above pictured fred showing a picture of his rig back in the 40's or something. it was just a small sports car with a ski rack, looked like a karmin ghia but i think that was before they started making them.

 

I've seen him in a convertable T-bird and a convertable 'Vette. Not a dirtbag car, and he was getting attractive women into those vehicals too, also not a normal dirtbag activity.

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