Combine sex, drugs, rock 'n' roll and throw in a little S & M. Mix with a healthy shot of death--and bingo! Things can get out of hand before you can say "qualudes."
Magic Carpet Ride takes you from your front door to the bad-boy backseat of a 1970s Cadilac Fleetwood--and then some, with characters like Bong Hey Zeus, Mick Mack MacGyver and the long-suffering Bridget, who just wants to light up and make them all go a way.
The Badass Hippie Tales series is a kind of rock ’n’ roll homage to the bawdy humour of Chaucer’s Canterbury Tales, an antidote to the smarmy feel-goodness of The Vinyl Cafe, and a reminder to Rolling Stone magazine of gonzo journalism’s once-glorious past. Brace yourselves, we’re going on a politically incorrect Magic Carpet Ride through the Voodoo Vortex, complete with forbidden sex in an ashram, lethal doses of chemical pick-me-ups, accompanied by an unforgettable 60s and 70s soundtrack.
Jump onto the magic carpet for a little trip around Bridget's home town: "This morning’s edition of The Casket had contained some incredible news. Mick Mac MacGyver’s 1970 Cadillac Fleetwood was for sale."
“At least four can serenely trip out in the back seat. Anything more, er, athletic requires the other two non-participating passengers to bump up front into first class. Serious enquiries only. Apply within.”
The Mick Mac — so named because no one could agree whether the car should be affectionately dubbed the Fleetwood Mac or the Mick Fleetwood—was as legendary as a car could be in these parts. Half the town had lost their virginity in its capacious back seat. The other half had been conceived there. A surprising number of townsfolk had actually been born in the thing...."