Left Burning Man about midnight. No less than 3 police cars stopped me. The last pair of assholes told me I had to walk in the dirt or on the opposite side of the road. The first option is next to impossible, and the second is suicide. So I'm sitting by the roadside for a while before srarting again. It's probably Burn participants complaining about me. One had hollered "fucking freak!" at me as he zoomed past.
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