2.28.2011
2.26.2011
2.25.2011
2.23.2011
2.22.2011
The Beginning...cont.
2.21.2011
2.20.2011
Matt Davis - The Shrimp Boat Captain
Last week, I spent the morning with some friends at Cro Customs. They where working on Matt's new bike -The Shrimp Boat Captain...
2.18.2011
The Ride: Part4 - Home...Oakland
We left the Headlands just as the sun was starting to dip. Michael, Lee and Pretty Ricky split off and turned towards the City, while Max, Brad, 'lil Sara and myself made our way back towards Oakland. It was the end of a beautiful day in the Bay area, and traffic was starting to back up...not a problem for these skinny old bikes - they where practically made for splitting lanes. Brad and 'lil Sara managed to find an opening in traffic, and decided to screw it on...throttles pinned, engines screaming...hold it until you reach the Ton!
Our last stop was the little coffee shop we had left from 5 hours earlier...but it all felt a little different now. This time I wasn't among strangers, I was now with good friends.
It had been a special day, because you see, what we had done was ride our bikes - and that's what it's all about, eh?
And so much for that...
Our last stop was the little coffee shop we had left from 5 hours earlier...but it all felt a little different now. This time I wasn't among strangers, I was now with good friends.
It had been a special day, because you see, what we had done was ride our bikes - and that's what it's all about, eh?
And so much for that...
2.16.2011
The Ride: Part3 - Marin Headlands
Smiley's was great, but what waited ahead of us was even better. The next stretch of HWY 1 can only be described as the perfect motorcycling road. Oh sure, it can scare the whimpering shit out of you, but if you get it right, and hit your rhythm on these treacherous little twisties...Ho Ho...it's better than any medication you can get your hands on!
Some of you might think: Right, you guys are on 50 year old bikes with hard-tails, vintage tires and brakes from the last century - well Bubba, I'm here to tell you that's no handicap for this group! These are motorcycle folk! And, make no mistake, the ride was spirited and quick into the corners.
In any case, our next stop was the Marin Headlands. An amazing place, with a view of the Golden Gate, and a menacing 18% grade entrance. Max and Michael decided to coast that entrance with their engines off and take in the view of the bay...the perfect way to end this leg of the ride; well almost...
Stay tuned for the final leg of the ride...
Some of you might think: Right, you guys are on 50 year old bikes with hard-tails, vintage tires and brakes from the last century - well Bubba, I'm here to tell you that's no handicap for this group! These are motorcycle folk! And, make no mistake, the ride was spirited and quick into the corners.
In any case, our next stop was the Marin Headlands. An amazing place, with a view of the Golden Gate, and a menacing 18% grade entrance. Max and Michael decided to coast that entrance with their engines off and take in the view of the bay...the perfect way to end this leg of the ride; well almost...
Stay tuned for the final leg of the ride...
2.15.2011
The Ride: Part2 - Bolinas
After a short break at San Quentin, we saddled up to make our way toward the coast. We were now heading into some of the most beautiful country northern California has to offer.
Our next stop was Bolinas - a tiny community along hwy.1.
When we got there, we stopped at Smiley's, the local saloon, which is the kind of place that has a good selection of Merle Haggard in the Juke Box...
We had some beers, played some pool, talked shit and told lies. It was at that time that I noticed things starting to get a little weird! Brad had lost his underwear and Max was talking in sign language...from what I could tell, he was talking gibberish; and Pretty Ricky just sat back quietly and watched this strange scene unfold...
But before I could figure out this confusing situation, we where getting ready to hit the road again. No matter, I thought...
What I didn't know was what laid ahead - some of the "ugliest and tightest diminishing-radius loop turns since Genghis Khan invented the corkscrew" (Hunter S. Thompson)
More on that in Part 3...
Our next stop was Bolinas - a tiny community along hwy.1.
When we got there, we stopped at Smiley's, the local saloon, which is the kind of place that has a good selection of Merle Haggard in the Juke Box...
We had some beers, played some pool, talked shit and told lies. It was at that time that I noticed things starting to get a little weird! Brad had lost his underwear and Max was talking in sign language...from what I could tell, he was talking gibberish; and Pretty Ricky just sat back quietly and watched this strange scene unfold...
But before I could figure out this confusing situation, we where getting ready to hit the road again. No matter, I thought...
What I didn't know was what laid ahead - some of the "ugliest and tightest diminishing-radius loop turns since Genghis Khan invented the corkscrew" (Hunter S. Thompson)
More on that in Part 3...
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