Living in the Bay Area it is apparent that there are two types of folks: the rich and those whose working lives serves in some manner to pamper the rich. If you aren't spending $200 on dinner for two, chances are you are filling up someone's water glass before the desert menu is circulated… or perhaps you are parking their luxury car. Which brings me to today's little gem. Vintage tags from the "dot com" days.
Many a EVer put beer on the table spending long rainy nights squishing in and out of leather interior. Hopefully folks will hook up some followup posts chronicling some of the misadventures. Such as the time when a local had enough of us poaching all the neighborhood parking—we were really good at our jobs, by the way—and jammed a dog turd under a door handle in retaliation.
Or when we were opening a new restaurant at the Embarcadero and a friend of the owner rolled up in his BRAND NEW BMW, peeled off a $20 and asked that we take care of it. Some brain dead skate rat hopped in and started taking it around the block—which was mistake #1, when someone lays down a decent bill on the way in chances are there's more where that came from, so leave the car up front. After a couple minutes he wheels up to the curb complaining about the half a cup of tobacco juice that he spilled all over the dude's new interior.
The stories go on but get more sordid. More often than not it was "anything but work."
A bear broke into the cabin the night before i showed up .a trap was set for the bear by the div of wildlife. they caught the bear while we were on the gunnie.
2 &3 cougar kill I'm sure that cat was not to far away watching lots of meat still left. We put a motion sensor video camera on the sight to watch the cat when it returns.
Had a great time floating camping and fishing the gunnison gorge with some good friends in colorado. Wanted to take more photos but between the white water( class 3 most the time with two class 4 ) and all em fish ......
Apparently there is an 80's movie called Knightriders. It's about knights in shining armor on motorcycles. Based on this clip it just might be amazing.
Brown Mountain Lights. Probably 1995. Whatever elements may have been lacking from a live musical performance were more than made up from the sheer chaos of watching your friends do things you thought them not capable of.
This place is so bad ass for swimming it's hard not to want to come back here time and time again, but every damn time we've been, some shit goes down. This time I had a blow out.
Meanwhile, Darnel slip sliding away.
Ridin' half naked. Beard flowin' free.
Darnel's new Aerostich Birthday Suit.
Trying hook a big on.
My valve stem pulled out of my tube rendering it useless. I managed to frankenstein this patch that held for well over 100 miles of riding.
this is for Dylan. Sunny B.
A recent backpacking trip over Kennedy Pass and off-trail to some cool glacial lakes in King Canyon made me reflect on the Epic Vistas and good friendships
Some fishing was done, caught and ate with delight
and engagements were had.
