In February one of those trips we generally just dream about came true. Uncle Charlie and his brother Eric Senior drove 7 bikes from Minneapolis to San Francisco where Chris, Charlie, John, Eric and myself flew out to meet them.
There were breakdowns, crashes, fights and some open-mouth kissing…. overall, the best trip I’ve been on and I can’t thank everyone enough. The photos chronicle some of the happenings.
My favorite photo from the trip. Harley Dorius in Halfmoon Bay before we destroyed our guts with 3 Amigos’ burritos.
Weeks of grinding and filing to window the neck paid off to get this photo of the setting sun through it.
John Laramy is close with the Man Downstairs…
My favorite and only photo of Eric’s bike. Sadly his whip took about 13 shits before he called it quits and flew home. It sucks it happened, but he fought a valiant fight. There will be more good times to come.
Lackluster from the Internet is close with the Man Upstairs
Sir Francis Drake
Chris exiting the birth canal with zeal…
It was good business after we met up with Uncle Charlie and cruised to Jenner, but we’re not likely welcome back to the civilized Treehouse Cottage we stayed in.
Incredible riding and views on 1.
Hwy 1 getting close to Mendocino
I can’t caption this photo to save my life… Next time I go there that couch is coming home with me though.
Always a fan of the white womans, Uncle Charlie was a pretty big hit in SF.
Uncle Charlie would have a beer or two and then call it a night around 5am…. At 6am though, he was waking us up and making tracks outta town. Definitely some crazy Marine shit.
John and Chris laying tracks in Sonoma
John’s broken thumb and bloods after our classy crash in Sonoma.
After John and I touched rubbers and wrecked we stopped every five miles for a smoke, beer and sanity check. This bike is going to be so much cooler in a few days when it’s back together with new swag.
Through the bars
Can you take the orange juices and mix them with the bubbly? ….or whatever’s under my finger.