More weekend Radness with Taint Boy in the Southy

So the weekend plan was to load up Aaron's newest gearhead toy - the late 70's Southwind Motorhome he bought this year, park it near the coast somewhere, and go for a big ride Saturday. And that is exactly what we did!



yes, those are matching trucker hats, originals, included in the purchase price of the coach from the original owners. Its no matching Hot Dog tattoos but it will do JUST FINE!



Across the Richmond Bay Bridge...


Into the Rolling Hills of Northern California. I cant say enough how much I love this sight, and how much it makes me feel home.



Into the sunset...



another bonus with the purchase, old malmite place settings, with cloth napkins and place mats and everything making for a proper meal...



Aaron killed some green coconut curry and basamati - now THAT'S camping!



my sleepy shelf for the night, switched to the couch on sat for obvious reasons.





Set out for the town of Point Reyes Station, then over the hills to Point Reyes and 9 Mile Beach.





Found a killer bike shop called Black Mountain Cycles, where they have an impressive collection of older mountain bikes, touring rigs and their own brand. Shop owner is a former Haro/Massi designer and an all round friendly dude. Check out his blog for more info...



Ritchey Mountain bike with Tri-Bars



Salsa with Mountain Drop Bars...amazing stuff!



Rode along the lagoons of Tomales Bay...





into the pine forests of the Point Reyes national Seashore Park.





Up some short but STEEP hills, look at the car behind for perspective...







watched by this dude...





to the beach!









With a surprise cargo...





After a while we started goofing with washed up logs and shit we found on the beach and ended up with this free standing balanced beach sculpture. Pretty fun to build, even though I'm sure every passerby thought we were stoned out of our minds...just on vacation man!









On the way back...







Aaron remarked he enjoys being the anti-cyclist on a bike; tattoos, cotton, backpacks, cut off dickies...just a couple regular guys on regular bikes.



We went into town for dinner, and came back and had about as much campfire as we could stay awake for, crashed out early and woke to a breakfast of champs!





No gloves...





Shitter dumped, windows cleaned, oil checked (I said he was a gear head didn't I) and we were off.

A Killer Valentards weekend with my bestest homie catching up on the downs and ups, laughing, drinkin, fartin, cursin, and riding bikes. Couldn't ask for anything more in the city by the bay.

S