memory

Memory of

Tiger Pit
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Tiger Pit was the after after party for HDTS 2, located near the mid-point of Ironage Road. The only landmark was the now defunct Stars Way Out, a small bar in a former gas station with a shooting range out back. It was run by Dave, winner of the annual “ugliest man contest” which he held, among many other things.

There were two components to the Tiger Pit, an enormous painted sign sunk halfway into a 10-foot pit, and a faux boulder covered in mirrors, designed to signal passing motorists and lead them to within sight of the sign. The sign was by design provocative. It was covered in desert motifs that predictably served as targets. The boulder was less predictably dragged into the desert and never seen again.

On the night of HDTS 2 a collection of friends and strangers gathered at the pit, which was illuminated by flood lights. Caesar and Reed distributed beer from the sunken pit, and a mysterious contributor served Pimm’s cups. Hours later —— and —— maliciously switched off the power and the Tiger Pit was plunged into total darkness. Both proprietors and guests drunkenly assumed the generators had run out of gas, and while some stumbled through the darkness to their cars, others lay down where they were and passed out.

— Sohrab Mohebbi
   
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The generator was brought over by a guy who worked at the local airport which was basically a landing strip in the dirt. The old guys from Stars Way Out were stoked on the project as well.

Nothing happened in the desert and this was something relatable to everyone.

It was a great moment in time when there was a lot of energy out there. At least for Jed and Jeff there was.

There was talk about another year of the pit or a variation there-of. I remember something about a refrigerated 18 wheeler and some kids that were going to jump it on their dirt bikes. There was also talk of bringing the Tiger Pit down to Mexico. None of that happened though…

— JJ Reezer