Well. Fuck. where the hell do I start. this has to be one of the best weekends In a while, not that every other weekend isn’t good but it was just fulfilled with good people, times and memories. I met so many amazing people this weekend and I can say it’s the first time I can say I kind of fit in. I was able to just be me, be truthful to myself and surround myself with people I wanted to be around. It started off Friday night at a local shop called Lions MFG and followed Saturday and Sunday at the PIPE shop in North Vancouver at an amazing Venue that Becky put together for one of the best show’s I’ve ever been to. It had a great groove to it, a good amount of people, lots of rad bikes, cool art and good times. I tried to capture as many moments as I could but when I went to edit the photos it seemed as if I forgot to take a bunch of photos I thought I had. none the less, I hope you all had as kick ass of a weekend as I did and enjoy your monday!
photos are in no order at all haha, hell yeah, steal em, repost em just tag me!
Well, where the hell do I start. Johno and I have been toying the idea of riding to Silverado California for about 2 months prior to the trip with two bikes laying there behind the shop begging for an overhaul. a few weeks go by and we bring the bikes into the shop and get started to lead to the the most intense 6 weeks I’ve lived. every day we’d come home from work and just thrash on these two bikes one being a 1954 and the other a 1981. both sat for forever and we didn’t know if they ran but didn’t even second guess completely rebuilding them and then fore taking an almost 5000km trip.
As much as I’d like to write paragraph after paragraph about all of the experiences I feel like it’s kind of unnecessary. It’s not that it’s a blur, it’s not that I hated it.. it was absolutely Fantastic. And Although it wasn’t the trip I have been dreaming of it was a Family vacation that I wouldn’t trade for the world and secretly my dad has been dreaming of from the day that I was born. I am SO happy and beyond stoked on how this trip went, although we didn’t make it to BORN FREE 10 I wouldn’t change a thing. theirs always next year. My family is the best thing anyone could ask for. The journey was unbelievable.
when I was younger my dad would call with my uncle Mark from random places from all over and one we always remembered was “Windthrop” he’d go on a “3 hour tour” that ended up being a week trip of just the bikes, him and mark to experience the stuff you can’t just pull out of your ass and this trip lead to that. I have always admired my parents relationship and how my mom was always cool with pops just going on these trips with no second guessing or anything. We blew some tires, we slept under trucks, found some freaky graves, seen some dicks, broke some parts, met some cuties, ate the best Mexican food I have ever had and had the fucking trip of a life time.
hope these photos show some sense of clarity.
when all else hit the fan, there was ALWAYS good to follow, just keep your head up and let life do it’s thing.