Xmas Tree Light on Playa Dust

Christmas tree lights adorned out bikes. After this photo, a golf cart drove around us (and the sculpture we were next to) three times. The laughing occupants disembarked and crawled into the sculpture. Quickly, we stole the golf cart and drove in circles, cackling the whole time. The owners chased us as we speed around them! Eventually, they gave up, we drove a bit more, and returned the cart: we rather bike anyhow. Upon returning it, a woman said, "Thanks for returning the cart! Our whole evening is planned around it!" The woman was named Crimson: an organizer of Burning Man. We rolled around on the ground laughing at this realization: a year and a half ago, Crimson attack me and kicked my leg, barely missing my genitals; however, that is another story!