this has been one mother fucker of a trip. almost every night was spent sleeping under the stars, seeing some of America i never knew existed, and meeting awesome people everywhere i go. falling face first into the love that is cycling's heart. ...and rediscovering mountain biking on a cruiser frame (thank you again Ralph) rolling rigid on big balloon ass 26'ers. and i've been lucky to always hook up with a local or crew.
he's been riding his dad's Marin, just shredding on, well, you know... what you ride when yer riding in california. something designed by people who live there. when i noticed the pedals as willing to work with my cleats, i almost asked.
so he decided just a couple weeks ago, after getting his masters and before his kick ass internship, at 22 years old, mountain biking is more fun than the years of road riding. yeah. well i ran into him while lost at La Costa outside of Carlsbad. the trail is just a couple miles from the beach, or just a little farther if you can't afford to sleep on the beach. basically you should ride there, and look for the dude handing out asses on his dad's old sled, eating shit, and jumping right back in.
i was also afforded the opportunity at trying not to die chasing some dude on a 6" travel 29'er, which almost looked something almost like this... never mind trying to get a shot off.
Randy brought another opportunity on the way north. the Inland Empire. bring yer dual slalom bike.
i can not remember all the people's names because i'm an ass, plus we spent more time chatting about rides and drinking beer than anything else. i know they did a 24 minute race, and it's in their second year. but all the locals smiled and chatted it up on the climb all the way to the top. then back to the truck in a quarter of that time.
all i can say is its out there people, all of it. go get it. turn off your nightlight babysitter and go do cool shit, not matter what your kind of fun is. now
in other news, $50 a night to camp on the beach, or in any park in california whether it's on the beach or not, never mind they all get booked up months in advance, or random roads get closed whenever because of whatever. gunna need to invest in some paper BLM maps here shortly, the ones with marked roads. this is getting stupid. thanks internet. do you not go outside?
other than that, buncha driving the last couple days, i took a bunch of pics from the truck, as that was the majority of today. but they're from the truck, and i ain't into trucks, i just drive one. so enjoy this pic i took at Pacific Coast Cycles. it's softer on the eyes.
meet this kid.
he's been riding his dad's Marin, just shredding on, well, you know... what you ride when yer riding in california. something designed by people who live there. when i noticed the pedals as willing to work with my cleats, i almost asked.
so he decided just a couple weeks ago, after getting his masters and before his kick ass internship, at 22 years old, mountain biking is more fun than the years of road riding. yeah. well i ran into him while lost at La Costa outside of Carlsbad. the trail is just a couple miles from the beach, or just a little farther if you can't afford to sleep on the beach. basically you should ride there, and look for the dude handing out asses on his dad's old sled, eating shit, and jumping right back in.
i was also afforded the opportunity at trying not to die chasing some dude on a 6" travel 29'er, which almost looked something almost like this... never mind trying to get a shot off.
Randy brought another opportunity on the way north. the Inland Empire. bring yer dual slalom bike.
i can not remember all the people's names because i'm an ass, plus we spent more time chatting about rides and drinking beer than anything else. i know they did a 24 minute race, and it's in their second year. but all the locals smiled and chatted it up on the climb all the way to the top. then back to the truck in a quarter of that time.
all i can say is its out there people, all of it. go get it. turn off your nightlight babysitter and go do cool shit, not matter what your kind of fun is. now
in other news, $50 a night to camp on the beach, or in any park in california whether it's on the beach or not, never mind they all get booked up months in advance, or random roads get closed whenever because of whatever. gunna need to invest in some paper BLM maps here shortly, the ones with marked roads. this is getting stupid. thanks internet. do you not go outside?
other than that, buncha driving the last couple days, i took a bunch of pics from the truck, as that was the majority of today. but they're from the truck, and i ain't into trucks, i just drive one. so enjoy this pic i took at Pacific Coast Cycles. it's softer on the eyes.
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