This brings back memories I'd forgot about. They would stay at a campground close to my house growing up in southwest Virginia. I was maybe 10 and cruised all over the area on my Honda XR 75. As soon as they would show up at the campground with their paving equipment dad would tell me to stay away from the campground, woop me good if I didn't listen. I got gas money for my bike from picking up pop bottles. Seems there weren't any bottles when the gypsies were around.
