A Slightly Farther Taco Run

If you read Scru’s post about late night meals, you’ll know about our habitual visits to Arturo’s taco truck a few minute’s drive from campus.

One day a bunch of us taco regulars got together and decided that we wanted something more for a change. Something beyond what was just around the block. Something authentic. Something genuine.

So we got two cars and started driving south. We left around midnight, and stopped at a restaurant in San Diego for some food. But that wasn’t what we were after, so after wandering around the city for a bit, we kept going.

At about 8am, we crossed the Mexican border. After getting insurance and visiting a money exchange, we set about navigating the city of Tijuana. Eventually we found a good truck, and we had the most delicious tacos I’ve had in my life, accompanied by silky, rich horchata.

We got back to campus that afternoon exhausted, but satisfied, having spent a weekend night+day well.


Back in annals of Blacker history, there’s a short clip of Moles from the past soaring down an empty parking garage, riding the backs of majestic board-shaped wheeled vehicles.

More recently (this February), Oliver and I decided we wanted some of the glory of the past for ourselves. After hunting around for a while (Blacker is full of over-used and under-maintained storage spaces, all of which are teeming with things too valuable to throw away but not valuable enough to organize) we found the old luges.

On top of unearthing the two old luges, we also built two new luges.

After a couple test runs down the courtyard ramp, we took ’em out to ride down the real deal. See the video below, and trust me, when you’re lying on piece of plywood six inches above the concrete it feels a lot faster than it looks in the movies.