EVERY DAMN MILE

It started with an idea sparked by Bob's trips in the mountains of NC. Travel light, ride hard, rest easy. I'd been thinking about it for a couple months. Slowly piecing it together in my head. One morning at work, probably around 6am, I mentioned it to Joe. He thought it a good plan, wanted to know when it would come together… then asked if we could do it right away. The Sierras are indescribably beautiful. And there's no way to experience them like being on a bike. The roads feel remote enough, the riding tough enough, and the skies expressive enough.
DAY ONE: Oakland to Sacramento by train. 59 miles to Pioneer, CA. Climbed 4600 feet.
DAY TWO: Pioneer, CA to Markleeville. 63 miles, 7,500 feet of climbing.
DAY THREE: Markleeville, CA to Bridgeport. 63 miles, 5,850 feet of climbing.
DAY FOUR: Bridgeport, CA to Lee Vining. 26 miles, 2,200 feet of climbing.
DAY FIVE: Lee Vining, CA to Yosemite Valley. 78 miles, 5,900 feet of climbing.

RUN TO THE HILLS 2012....

Griswold Hills run. Quick and dirty. Midnight target practice. Fast stop by abandoned New Idria Mine for some mercury dust and hantavirus hangtime... 

I CANT DRIVE 55

48 hours. 750+ miles. Remington Hot Springs. Panoche Hills. Got lucky with the weather. Not so lucky with mechanical trouble(s), dropped bikes, wrecked bike. No cops and just one Juggalo (ette) run in. Im pretty sure those kids were fucking in the hotspring...









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Pacific

Yeah, that was a damn good day. A year huh? Doesn't seem possible. How do we make the time stop?

Charleston Beard Contest Ride

The nicest weekend of the year fell upon us these past few days. Darnel and I took a 600 mile road trip to Charleston so I could participate in the 2nd Southeastern Beard and Moustache Competition. On friday it was 75º and sunny. We had absolutely no agenda and it felt amazing. 

 We stopped at the Town Creek Indian Mound outside the uwharrie's. I had no idea this was even existed here. It was pretty cool. Worth the $0.00 price.

 We camped first night on the inner coastal waterway. Full moon over the water and some busch beer and some backpacking meals. Next day in Charleston we met up with an old friend from Reidsville and her husband and we kicked it around Folly Beach and other parts around and within.

 Some sweet graffiti 

On saturday, we met this tweaker, Capt' T. He has this freaky sunken rolled back unusable left eye and this fresh as hell 4 inch scar on the right side of his forehead. He had to get right up on ya to see you, so I can't imagine how well he rides his harley. He and his buddy, mouse, (a meth runner) rolled up next to us because Capt' T's bike was smoking. He jumped off and came up to me instead of checking his bike and said, "Who's that?". He wasn't concerned about his bike at all. The Captain was certainly a crack troll set loose onto the fading light of this early spring day. I wish I was making any of this up, but I'm not. It's all true.

The Quien competing as the "Electric Starfish" He got second. He was robbed.

 Relaxing on the way home. Good Times

Hanging Rock in 4 hrs

This past Sunday, Darnel and I took a short little trip to Hanging Rock. Feeling cooped up, we had to get out and run around a mountain. Weather was brisk, but clear. In total we did about 125 miles and were out for about 4 hours. Pretty rad. Aud's, you gotta get a bike.

 Puff Puff Give. Inhaling the Worlds Waste.

Scrambling up a crag

 

Crystal clear

Darnel getting aggro on the overhangs