Homp Memoirs
Once you’ve read the official HompCo line on something, you may want to get a more personal picture of the events in question.
Our exalted leader shall do just that in this, his personal space on HompCo.com
Pay attention, and remember to ritualistically flagellate yourself while reading these most sacrosanct of words.
Memoirs of Hompesch 1 – Roadtrips
Here is a lineup
This is the current Road Crew, others have gone but these 4 do it the most.
Homp – Driver, Navigator Supremo
Littleton – Video man, Spotter
David – Second Driver, Quartermaster
Brad – Meat shield for the ghetto.
Dec 2005 Charleston SC
The whole trip came about over the fact that I have never seen the ocean. So it was decided that I would see it before the end of the year. Into the car we go, sandwiches, mac and cheese, BBQ chicken bits and a lot of sodas and coffee. We left the Knox area at 8pm, just outside of Knoxville, we see an illegal street race between a truck and a really fast looking car. We were doing 85 and they blew past us. After the traditional “Where’s a cop when you need one” we were greatly surprised. A state trooper came out of a hiding spot to give chase. We decided that the truck would get caught. As we got closer we found that the sportscar had got busted. So through the mountains we go ending up in Asheville, NC around midnight. I decided to get off the interstate to see the town, also a great chance to get good and lost. We got some great footage of the city and overlooking at night. Back on the road, not much really happened to us until we were about an hour north of Charleston. We were at a rest area munching on mac and cheese when we see a little jeep thing backing across the parking lot… BOOM! It slams into a truck and a piece falls off. The guy gets out and takes the piece and drives off. We got it all on tape. We get to the ocean. It’s still dark, but we acomplished the goal of catching sunrise. After getting lost in the ghetto at 5am and watching a whino walk around a bit. The ocean was sooo big, it was awesome. But cold, really cold and the north wind didn’t help. We got shells and drove back. I don’t know if anything happened casue I slept the wole way back. It was mega fun.
Mid 2003 or 2004 Nashville TN
This is the first Nashville trip I took with my friends. We got bored one night and left to go for a drive. Well the 4 sided die we use said 3.. or West. So we drive into the night and it wasn’t really an eventful drive, nothing jumped out at us. Until we got into Nashville. We had decided to stop at a gas station, get a postcard, and mail it to ourselves. Simple plan right, wrong! We made it off the interstate, and got to a gas station near a stadium. But no postcards, dejected we left. Made a wrong turn… right into the ghetto. This was the first time we had botched a turn and ended up in the ghetto (and certainly not the last) so we tried to backtrack. Not working really and we were getting a lot of really menacing looks from people. Until we get stopped by the police. After a quick explanation of the situation we were quickly scolded for doing something so lame as to get a postcard and directed to the interstate. We learned 2 lessons that night. 1) Plan something a little cooler each trip. 2) Most cops know what is cool to do, so consult with one before you leave on a trip if at all possible.
Summer 2004 Cincinatti OH
This was the trip of all trips in the road crew’s eyes. So it starts as any normal road trip, we get in the car and pick a random direction. North won this time. We take off in the afternoon and it was a warm day. Windows down, music playing, just lots of fun for all. First major sighting was one of those giant crosses, by itself not so impressive, but next to a giant porn store it was much funnier. We drove thru KY and noticed all the green fields with horses. And the sign for the Big Bone Lick state park, which immediately forced laughter from all of us. We stopped in a gas station and ended up playing a machine where you put quarters in and maybe more fall out, I loved it. We played it for over an hour and I ended up with a pocket full of quarters. We got back on the road and we were making great time, I remember having a conversation about where Cincinatti might be when we rounded a curve and BOOM! The city exploded in front of us. We dropped off the interstate just outside of town, I mean literally on the river. It was approx 7-8 pm, as the sun was setting over the city. We ended up walking thru a crummy mall and arguing about where to eat dinner. Economical approaches finally won (but at a far worse cost than imagined) we get back in the car and go on into the city. Driving down the interstate we continually scan the exits for eateries. After a few exits with no signs, we roll the dice. We get off at a random exit. Funny thing about our road trips… bad things always happen when we go random. We got off the exit and the first building was a drive up Liquor and Chicken store. Cockpit recording as follows:
Homp: Fuck me…
Littleton: Wha?
Homp: Look around us?
David: Not again…
Brad: I don’t know about this one..
Littleton: Why are you guys nervous?
Homp: Let’s go over this, we are 4 white guys obviously lost in the ghetto on a summer evening when people are starting to stir, did you also forget the fact that the Tennessee license plate with accompanying FOP sitckers?
Littleton: Ooooh, yeah, but we’ll be ok.
Homp: Ok, everyone start looking for blue interstate signs.
End Log
Fortuantely after circling the same area for 20 painstaking minutes, we are stopped by a female biker gang, who don’t look pleased with our arrival. After explaining the situation, we didn’t get killed, but in fact they led us to the interstate. Saved at last. But still hungry, so we stop at another exit and end up at a Big Boy resturant. It’s been years since I have even seen one of these. So we go in and place our orders for drinks, I order tea, brad orders sweet tea, and the waitress looks at him like he is speaking Greek. Seems north of the Ohio river the proper way to order a sweet tea is to order tea and then add sugar packets. So we eat and get back on the highway, headed home. About 20 min into KY Brad says.. Find a gas station. We realized that the worst thing was about to happen… brad had to go. Now somewhere in KY there was this gas station, prolly had to be buried and covered in cement after this. So we stop at this place and Brad goes in. We sat in the car and talk for say.. 15 minutes. No Brad… so we wait another 15 minutes. He comes out and gets in the car. He says.. get us out of here and fast. As he says this we notice a guy open the bathroom door, immediately grab his nose and eyes and run away. That was our cue to go. The trip home was fairly uneventful as we were getting tired. Overall though one of the best trips ever.
-Charles Hompesch
Once you’ve read the official HompCo line on something, you may want to get a more personal picture of the events in question.
Our exalted leader shall do just that in this, his personal space on HompCo.com
Pay attention, and remember to ritualistically flagellate yourself while reading these most sacrosanct of words.
Memoirs of Hompesch 1 – Roadtrips
Here is a lineup
This is the current Road Crew, others have gone but these 4 do it the most.
Homp – Driver, Navigator Supremo
Littleton – Video man, Spotter
David – Second Driver, Quartermaster
Brad – Meat shield for the ghetto.
Dec 2005 Charleston SC
The whole trip came about over the fact that I have never seen the ocean. So it was decided that I would see it before the end of the year. Into the car we go, sandwiches, mac and cheese, BBQ chicken bits and a lot of sodas and coffee. We left the Knox area at 8pm, just outside of Knoxville, we see an illegal street race between a truck and a really fast looking car. We were doing 85 and they blew past us. After the traditional “Where’s a cop when you need one” we were greatly surprised. A state trooper came out of a hiding spot to give chase. We decided that the truck would get caught. As we got closer we found that the sportscar had got busted. So through the mountains we go ending up in Asheville, NC around midnight. I decided to get off the interstate to see the town, also a great chance to get good and lost. We got some great footage of the city and overlooking at night. Back on the road, not much really happened to us until we were about an hour north of Charleston. We were at a rest area munching on mac and cheese when we see a little jeep thing backing across the parking lot… BOOM! It slams into a truck and a piece falls off. The guy gets out and takes the piece and drives off. We got it all on tape. We get to the ocean. It’s still dark, but we acomplished the goal of catching sunrise. After getting lost in the ghetto at 5am and watching a whino walk around a bit. The ocean was sooo big, it was awesome. But cold, really cold and the north wind didn’t help. We got shells and drove back. I don’t know if anything happened casue I slept the wole way back. It was mega fun.
Mid 2003 or 2004 Nashville TN
This is the first Nashville trip I took with my friends. We got bored one night and left to go for a drive. Well the 4 sided die we use said 3.. or West. So we drive into the night and it wasn’t really an eventful drive, nothing jumped out at us. Until we got into Nashville. We had decided to stop at a gas station, get a postcard, and mail it to ourselves. Simple plan right, wrong! We made it off the interstate, and got to a gas station near a stadium. But no postcards, dejected we left. Made a wrong turn… right into the ghetto. This was the first time we had botched a turn and ended up in the ghetto (and certainly not the last) so we tried to backtrack. Not working really and we were getting a lot of really menacing looks from people. Until we get stopped by the police. After a quick explanation of the situation we were quickly scolded for doing something so lame as to get a postcard and directed to the interstate. We learned 2 lessons that night. 1) Plan something a little cooler each trip. 2) Most cops know what is cool to do, so consult with one before you leave on a trip if at all possible.
Summer 2004 Cincinatti OH
This was the trip of all trips in the road crew’s eyes. So it starts as any normal road trip, we get in the car and pick a random direction. North won this time. We take off in the afternoon and it was a warm day. Windows down, music playing, just lots of fun for all. First major sighting was one of those giant crosses, by itself not so impressive, but next to a giant porn store it was much funnier. We drove thru KY and noticed all the green fields with horses. And the sign for the Big Bone Lick state park, which immediately forced laughter from all of us. We stopped in a gas station and ended up playing a machine where you put quarters in and maybe more fall out, I loved it. We played it for over an hour and I ended up with a pocket full of quarters. We got back on the road and we were making great time, I remember having a conversation about where Cincinatti might be when we rounded a curve and BOOM! The city exploded in front of us. We dropped off the interstate just outside of town, I mean literally on the river. It was approx 7-8 pm, as the sun was setting over the city. We ended up walking thru a crummy mall and arguing about where to eat dinner. Economical approaches finally won (but at a far worse cost than imagined) we get back in the car and go on into the city. Driving down the interstate we continually scan the exits for eateries. After a few exits with no signs, we roll the dice. We get off at a random exit. Funny thing about our road trips… bad things always happen when we go random. We got off the exit and the first building was a drive up Liquor and Chicken store. Cockpit recording as follows:
Homp: Fuck me…
Littleton: Wha?
Homp: Look around us?
David: Not again…
Brad: I don’t know about this one..
Littleton: Why are you guys nervous?
Homp: Let’s go over this, we are 4 white guys obviously lost in the ghetto on a summer evening when people are starting to stir, did you also forget the fact that the Tennessee license plate with accompanying FOP sitckers?
Littleton: Ooooh, yeah, but we’ll be ok.
Homp: Ok, everyone start looking for blue interstate signs.
End Log
Fortuantely after circling the same area for 20 painstaking minutes, we are stopped by a female biker gang, who don’t look pleased with our arrival. After explaining the situation, we didn’t get killed, but in fact they led us to the interstate. Saved at last. But still hungry, so we stop at another exit and end up at a Big Boy resturant. It’s been years since I have even seen one of these. So we go in and place our orders for drinks, I order tea, brad orders sweet tea, and the waitress looks at him like he is speaking Greek. Seems north of the Ohio river the proper way to order a sweet tea is to order tea and then add sugar packets. So we eat and get back on the highway, headed home. About 20 min into KY Brad says.. Find a gas station. We realized that the worst thing was about to happen… brad had to go. Now somewhere in KY there was this gas station, prolly had to be buried and covered in cement after this. So we stop at this place and Brad goes in. We sat in the car and talk for say.. 15 minutes. No Brad… so we wait another 15 minutes. He comes out and gets in the car. He says.. get us out of here and fast. As he says this we notice a guy open the bathroom door, immediately grab his nose and eyes and run away. That was our cue to go. The trip home was fairly uneventful as we were getting tired. Overall though one of the best trips ever.
-Charles Hompesch
