“Mon, I gotta say dat dose steel pan drums you made are sweet”

Earlier this afternoon, I traveled with third-year John Laycock and first-year Jacob Friedman on a trip to purchase two 55-gallon drums from a Jiffy Lube at 12th Street and Western Avenue. What would motivate two U of C students to drive so far for two barrels? Two words: Scav Hunt.

Item 191: “Mon, I gotta say dat dose steel pan drums you made are sweet. Wat’s dat you say? You can play ‘Misirlou’ on dem? Excellent, mon. [30 points]“

Images of my trip are below and continue after the jump.

Fourth-year Pat Lange (left) and John Laycock (right) wait for Jacob Friedman (center) as he dials AAA for roadside assistance. Pat’s car refused to start, preventing John and Jacob from departing and wasting precious time.

After only a few minutes of waiting for a AAA tow truck, John and Jacob were on their way.

Due to my poor navigating and John and Jacob’s lack of attention, we drove approximately 30 blocks (traced on map) past our destination (top black square).

After arriving at the Jiffy Lube, John and Jacob finally had the 55-gallon drums in their hands. Moving the empty drums proved surprisingly easy.

John and Jacob attempted to load one of the drums into the trunk of the car, but their cargo would not budge. After an hour-long trip, we were forced to leave one drum behind to be picked up tomorrow (hopefully).

Jacob was forced to sit next to the one drum that we were able to fit into the car, which made for a very uncomfortable ride for which he attempted to compensate with a soda and a bag of Combos.

After traveling two hours and 60 unintended blocks, we finally arrived back at the Max Palvesky Scav Hunt team headquarters. Jacob was left with the unpleasant task of carrying the heavy and awkwardly sized drum up the stairs and into the building.