Buddy from Sacramento fueling up for the day, courtesy of Cassandra and Cheryl.
The engine'll rev and the bass'll go boom!
Lee Bender everyone.
Digger Darren with our first hiccup. Luckily our highways are littered with garbage, allowing an empty bottle within our grasp to transfer gas from tank to tank.
First mile marker to LA.
Rob caught a passenger along the way.
Gas stop number 2 put us in touch with some of the Captain's crew from down in Redwood City. Meanwhile, I ate too many wasabi almonds and Patrick is taking a nap.
Digger Darren bringing sexy back.
The ride down was full of pitfalls and pissy bikes, another one of our roadside meetings.
Clayton Storms for president in 2012.
We had left SF 15 bikes deep and managed to pull off of the final exit with just 3, the barrage of problems left us no other choice. It took us a whopping 15 hours to make it just over 450 miles, our asses were murdered and we celebrated our arrival by partying in a Chevron parking lot for well over an hour. Orange County hath felt our wrath of heckles and delirium!!
Celisse trying to kick over Todd's Shovelhead.
We were joined at camp by a few dudes that had come down from Seattle, a warm welcome and by the end of the weekend we were all best buds.
Digger Darren, Seattle Dalen, and Rob.
Spotted a "Tree of Life" graphic around the show, the board was too fucked up to tell if this was a Todd Bratrud original or a rip off.
Chicago invades SoCal, Jerimiah Smith.
Nina and her boo.
Nimal partyin'!
Cassandra, Dan, and Micah.
BG, DD, and PHX Jacob.
SAVIOURS!!
Ronnie's kid is punk as fuck.
When in Rome. Mikey lettin' loose.
Naptime in the forest.
First light.
Joe managed to have a fight with the pavement and dirt the night before, Darren coming through with a helping hand that has quite a likeness to Michelangelo's "The Creation of Adam painting in the Sistine Chapel.
A Southern California trip must, TACO LOCO!!
Seattle Nick with a pre beach beer stop.
Rob with some flip in, flip out shit down at Table Rock Beach.
Nick pissing off the neighbors behind the Orange Curtain.
Motel 6 hang around session. This led to finding out the Leo, another one of the Seattle crew, happened to be in a band called the Catheters that fucking rip!!
We decided to stick around Sunday night and cruise around LA and check out the Griffith Park Observatory.
Celisse, Magdalena, and Dee.
There must've been luv in the air, because as soon as we got back to Dee's place it was announced that there was going to be a wedding. Rob and Dee fell deeply in luv during their enchanted motorbike ride around the city.
You
May
Kiss
The
Bride
Mantle piece. *Notice the foreshadowing in the address...
Morning time came once again and after a quick breakfast we were on our way back North.
Right after Todd checked rob's gap for proper clearance, that is. Everything checked out at an acceptable 0.038 inches.
Just after we got to the 5 North we spotted these two, Clayton and Cheryl, who had already been on the road for a couple of hours headed North from San Diego.
Rob has only had this bike for about 2 months and he has already logged over 3000 miles on it, here he is appreciating the scenery.
He said it felt like he was flying!
Grapevine.
Mid gas stop nap with a shot of caffeine.
Brieann warding off the sun, while keeping it cool sans sleeves.
That perfect feeling, 152 West.
Our last gas stop, at Casa de Fruta, provided us with a peacock sighting.
I was hoping to get one of them to fan their tails out, but I just ended up running around in the road looking like an idiot.
Another super fun trip that went off without anything catastrophic happening. Super glad to meet all the Seattle guys and I hope that I can make it up in September!!
