There is nothing better to me than riding in two's. Neck n neck on bikes that you built, know and trust inside and out. No worrying about who's keeping up or who's not dialed in, simply getting everything you ever wanted out of building and riding motorcycles. I know Matt and Caleb are those kinda friends and I appreciate every chance I get to ride with them. I'm all about doing the whole biker thing, getting crazy and a little stupid but it is really refreshing to ride with guys like Matt and Caleb who truly enjoy what their doing and can have an intelligent, well spoken conversation. Guys like that inspire me to keep creating period, not just bikes but in every aspect of life. Both of these guys have put out open invites to myself and many others passing through, And I always get more than a place to lay my head outta the deal. I am proud to call them friends and I look forward to a sun soaked ride through the canyons of Malibu with them soon. Real talk.
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
bros
There is nothing better to me than riding in two's. Neck n neck on bikes that you built, know and trust inside and out. No worrying about who's keeping up or who's not dialed in, simply getting everything you ever wanted out of building and riding motorcycles. I know Matt and Caleb are those kinda friends and I appreciate every chance I get to ride with them. I'm all about doing the whole biker thing, getting crazy and a little stupid but it is really refreshing to ride with guys like Matt and Caleb who truly enjoy what their doing and can have an intelligent, well spoken conversation. Guys like that inspire me to keep creating period, not just bikes but in every aspect of life. Both of these guys have put out open invites to myself and many others passing through, And I always get more than a place to lay my head outta the deal. I am proud to call them friends and I look forward to a sun soaked ride through the canyons of Malibu with them soon. Real talk.
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Hell yeah! I ended up in long beach with nowhere to go. I made a few calls with no response. So I went to target and got a loaf of bread and a jar of peanut butter and planned on living in Wil's truck for a week. Wil was out of town but left me with his truck. Matt called back thirty minutes later and said "Hey mate! I just got off the plane in Long Beach head up to my place." I slept on his coach for a week and never touched that loaf of bread and peanut butter. Matt ever gave his FL to ride while I was there. That fucker was so low you couldn't even make a gentle turn on the thing and I had to keep up with them on some of the curviest mountain roads in california. Oh...... and Brian..... I know that road in Malibu that you speak of. There's nothing else like it. It feels like you are just going to ride straight into the ocean.
sometimes I wish I could.
much love my bruthas. Door is always open.
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