The first time I got nailed by the Clinton's secret service for being somewhere I shouldn't be in an art car was in 1994.
My boyfriend and I had a car called "The Funk Ambulance". It was a huge 1978 Oldsmoblile '98, rebuilt to look something like an ambulance.
Painted in playing lions, the Funk Ambulance was equipped with an intricate light system, lots of extra horns, a water balloon catapult, working disco ball, an industrial farm sprinkler system, 4 foot high speakers, and sleeping quarters. The switch board next to the driver's seat looked like something out of Star Trek. We were ready to rock at any given moment.
Our performance art band "Diarrhea Roses" had just finished another night of rehearsal on Martha's Vineyard. We were giving a friend a ride home.
The Roses first incarnation, "Cottage Cheese Thighsburg" circa 1986
As we drove past the dirt road the Clintons were staying down, somebody came up with a bad idea.
"Hey, let's see how far we can go down the Clinton's road". Brilliant.
We didn't get far before secret service men appeared from out of nowhere on the dark, dusty road.
They called the police. We were searched. Try explaining to humorless Washington D.C. secret servicemen why you have a sprinkler system mounted on your roof and a 50 gallon water tank under pressure in your back seat.
This wouldn't be the last time I'd have a lot of explaining to do.
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