What's worse than a Rainbow Gathering?

...OK, there's really nothing worse, but the next best/worse thing is a Volkswagen Bus Rally. Now before you go on about how I had two buses myself, let me remind you that I do not own a tye-dye shirt, have white boy dreads, or practice hula hooping for future festivals. I do however love the idea of sleeping in a pimped out van beside whatever I damn well please. 

On this occasion, the 2011 Everybus Rally came to a local state park and Darnel, Mr. Steve, and myself decided to take a peek at some wagons. Here's what we saw...

(A total refurbish. Pretty Sweet)

 (Soft tops next to Hard tops? This world is crazy)

 (One of the sickest ones out there. Hand painted skull work. Seldomwright, eat your heart out)

 (The hordes. Shit strewn about. People selling parts that I assume fell off on the trip to Everybus)

 (Mags)

 (Cleanest set up out there. Tight)

 (Get a load of the tent on top of vanagon. It also has a window hanging air conditioner. Ingenuity.)

(Also, total rust bucket bus belonged to the only dudes with the most solid parts store. Huh?)

 (This step up is something I can get with)

 (Just like my last one (Hitler's Revenge). Of Course mine didn't have such good stickers on it.)

 (A uhaul camper! Sweet.)

 (I feel like such an idiot for not inventing this first. So practical, So efficient, SO NECESSARY!!!)

 ( Even the Canadians showed up.)

 (Everybody go, hotel motel holiday inn, say if your girl starts actin up, then you take her friend. I present to you the VW MOTENT)

 (The chuck wagon's circle)

 (We sniffed out these two gems hanging out away from the party. Super clean.)

(Lurkin' camp to camp.)

On the Next Flight to Russia

I saw this poster. I laughed.

HUMAN TARGET

Really, no words can do this justice....

Old Bean

She's been sitting too long. It's time to revive the bug and get her rolling again. I made a promise to Darnel that it would be road worthy by August. I got a guy coming to look at her today. SO Psyched.

Oh, Spring is almost here. Super double psyched.

Backyard Schralpping

Of the many houses that I have lived in over the years of my life, 3 of them have had mini-ramps in the backyard. This one was the biggest. I had it for about 2 years before it turned to rotten wood. Here, Kevbo Henderso locks into one of his classic high speed frontside grinders. Kevbo skated this ramp more then I did. For Shame.

During its creation, snow covers the trannies.

Mr. B's

So me and some friends set out last year for a luxury adventure. The cheapest, easiest way to transport 7 guys from Portland-S.F. via lots of Oregon and California skateparks, hot springs, ocean beaches and friends houses was renting an R.V. . Jsax somehow acquired this stuffed big-balled guy and passed it on to me. Not that I wanted the dude, it was gifted to the RV. I took some photos of him on our trip. Too bad it ended in Les's apartment ironing board holder closet thing with Chocolate J.

radarluvs best friends

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Yosemite 201o

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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My new roommate

A friend of mine recently killed his motorcycle. The oil pump failed and it starved his engine of oil, thus seizing the motor. Being a BMW kinda guy, but owning a Kawasaki, he decided to wash his hands of it and sell it for really cheap. Being the same bike as mine, I had to step up and claim it. This bike has every mod or farkle that you could ever want to upgrade too. It has the shocks and suspension I was about to purchase. It has the happy trail hard bags that I've been drooling over. New muffler, steel braided lines, cruise control, PIAA lights, intense crash bars, and more.

Ultimately I will part the bike out and sell what I don't need. The only problem I have right now is that I have nowhere to put it. The crank case is exposed, so it can't get wet, so I can't leave it outside or in my collapsing mildew spider infested garage. Only logical place to put it...

A room in the house. Blakers is gonna be so happy.

RIP- Nate Dogg

Dead at 41 years old. Wasn't even playing tha game. Probably a stroke since he has had two since 2007. I was hoping a dirty hoe's draws was the cause of it all.

Death Waft

Nuclear reactors are burping and farting in Japan.




Loser question to health food store employee: Do you have a miso that helps repel radiation?

Winner answer to fuckhole: We're all out of miso. Just breathe deep, you'll be fine.

Krystal Nation

Get some Krystal. We won't even miss 'em, (ha). Get better damn soon.

Love Everyone.

I love Halloween

I love Halloween for just this reason. Friends and unknown costumes. Every year it gets better.

Hair it is

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Finish line

After a HELLACIOUS cross country trip in a three cylinder Ford we made it to Maine to pick up Darnel upon completion of the Appalachian Trail. What makes a man cram into a Sports Weasel and drive 3000 miles across country—friendship, boredom, reckless abandon, recently burned down house? All and none as far as I recall. Certainly wasn't for the beard and hairdon't.

Pacific

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

About a year ago

About a year ago Vic came to town, and we did our best to get out of the city for the afternoon. We hopped in the truck and ended up at Point Reyes national seashore, about an hour or so north. These cliffs overlooking the Pacific were about a four mile walk out from the ranger station. I think I had lived in san francisco for about ten years at this point, and I had never been out here before. That's nuts. We gotta remember to take time to explore here an there. These cliffs ain't going nowhere, but we are.

Introducing Lil' T

Here she is. After months of searching, WD helped me pick this beauty (the bike, not the model, even though she is available too) up this past weekend down in Sanford from a sweet ole man named Sam. He said he'd fallen in love with a Harley, and didn't have time to ride both. He seemed real happy that I was the one adopting her, and by the time we drove off from the Wal-Mart parking lot he was kissing me on the head and inviting us down to ride and party with him and his people. I still need to do some practice laps in church parking lots before she and I are ready to hit the road, but when the time comes we're suiting up in our tassled jackets and heading straight to a certain farm in Wilkes County.