Last weekend while you were buried in work, planning for Black Wednesday, or studying for finals, there were people in the middle of the desert engaged in a crazy celebration that was part rave, part Burning Man, and part American Gladiators. All in the name of their love for Mad Max.
Bartertown offered merchandise and campsite needs. DJs (most notably Mark Zabala) spun industrial, drum n’ bass, and techno straight on til morning. There were vehicles modified for the apocalypse, original cast members signing autographs, Thunderdome (Assumedly both men left this time), motorcycle jousting, and the obligatory hotties.
Oh yeah, and a gyrocopter. Why? Why not! What Mad Max festival would be complete without a blue-hai… err… gyrocopter.
Welcome to Thunderdome… bitch. (It may be the ever-irrelevant Dane Cook, but the delivery lends itself to a ridiculous party. Not to mention the fact that someone definitely quoted it over the weekend. It adds to the ambiance of your virtual trip.)