On the last Sunday of the RTR, I was sitting with folks on Lady Nell and Mr. Jay’s patio. Kay and Tommy came over and told us the Rubber Tramp Rendezvous would soon be transformed into Burning Van.
They’d fashioned a van from cardboard and were walking around the gathering with the cardboard van and a fistful of markers so anyone and everyone could help decorate the effigy. The time and place for the sacrifice of the van was decided: 7pm on that very night at the main fire pit.
It was cool to see folks participate in the decorating. People drew pictures
or wrote witty words or just signed their names. Throughout the afternoon, folks added their individual touches to the cardboard van.
By 6:30, the sky was dark, the main fire was blazing, and people were gathering around. For the next half hour, people arrived to witness the sacrificial burning. In the minutes leading up to the sacrifice, more and more folks left their marks on the van.
While we waited for 7pm, we were treated to a chorus singing a song folks had collaborated on to sum up the RTR. Sung to the tune of “Little Boxes,” (the theme song for the Showtime series Weeds, written, according to https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Malvina_Reynolds,by Malvina Reynolds), the song went like this:
little vans out in the desert
little vans all made of ticky tacky
little vans out in the desert
little vans and none the same
there’s a white one and a white one
and a white one and a flowered one
and they’re all made out of ticky tacky and there’s none two just the same
and the people are rubber trampers
the nicest people anywhere
and they won’t be put in boxes
and they won’t be all the same
we are friendly we are family
we love to get together, in the desert,
in the desert, where the terrain is all the same
and the dogs are pretty aswesome and never pass up doggie treats
there are big dogs and little dog[s] and fast dogs and happy dogs
and they’re all made out of ticky tacky and none look just the same
and we have no pavilion, no bathhouse,
no central stage
but we do have a fire pit where friendships are made
we’re all made out of ticky tacky and none think all the same
there’s a white one and a white one
and a white one and a flowered one
and they’re all made out of ticky tacky and there’s none two just the same
After the singing, someone asked for the time. I looked at my watch. It’s seven! It’s seven! I said.
Someone behind me (Miz Sassy, if I had to guess) started in with Bong!
Bong! Bong! many of us chimed in seven times. Seconds after the seventh bong, Tommy carried the cardboard van to the fire pit and deposited it in the flames.
It caught fire quickly, and there were hoots, hollers, and cheers from the the crowd. It didn’t take long for the van to be reduced to ashes and embers.
The van went from this to this in a few brief minutes.
I hope the fun and comradery of Burning Van happens again at the 2017 RTR.
I took all the photos in this post.
You can be assured that you all have set a precedent. May the van burn forever !
I think and hope you are right, Richard. Burning Van was so much fun!