
I can’t describe in words what it means to travel. I am a poor soul—with not even much of a way with words—that seems to end up staying in one place for long periods. One tends to forget what the world is like when one stays at home: a lot of hotels and restaurants, and hot and weird people. Being in jail is assuredly strange because of what it’s like to finally get out. The end result of getting out on the road is that you find out how poor you really are. These people in something called the Gumball 3000 ended up in Las Vegas, and after partying, put all the cars on a plane and continued the race in North Korea. I can’t foresee myself ever having the money to do that. Maybe close, but no cigar. Of course I may be able to ride along once like Knoxville did, but not have the option as himself of funding the entire thing!!! (more…)
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And so here we are at the finish line (luckily we didn’t get lost along the way like Dimitry and Guch did), thus concluding the classic jackass gumball rally special from 2001. What happened after the Gumball? Well, a good spot of sleep, mostly, as well as some additional cultural filming escapades in London, Paris, and Amsterdam—except for Steve-O, that is, who was shipped back to America in exchange for a short-lived Dave England experience. But prior to his fleeing the European scene, Dave hunched around Notre Dame and farted up the Montmartre art district as a mustachioed sketch/scam artist. (The latter mentioned art skit went over so well that it was rendered unusable for release purposes, but was later redone for jackass the movie with even more phenomenal results…which, alas, rendered it equally unusable as well. For future reference, never do a portrait of a 90-year-old woman on her birthday and label her as a “cunt” in front of her daughters. It does not go over well.) While Dave was busy irritating the French, Pontius let his mustache do the talking—when he wasn’t making young children cry, that is, as a muddy green nuisance. Then it was off to Amsterdam, sans England, where Pontius showed his sunny Dutch disposition, Knoxville fed the birds with a special blend brownie, and the two got radical in a tulip cart before facing off in opposing prostitute-propelled boats. Everyone then packed it up and returned stateside to figure out how to turn six days spent inside a car into an exciting, fun-filled, one-hour televised special.