A place where an American man can just get away from it all; a refuge where a man, with another man-- and other fully grown men, really -- can explore one another in text and photos.
We had a pretty good run together. Whoever stole you is in for a shock when they see the 45,000k on the odometer. I just hope you're not in Mexico right now in a million pieces. Moment of silence OK DONE NOW LET ME GET MY HANDS ON AN R1
Don't lend out your bike. Especially to someone who washes cars for a living and has "stunted bikes" and "is all good". 'Nuff said. Notice the missing mirror -- and the scrape on the tail -- you know what? Wheelies are really cute but fuck that. Save it for Lake Havasu and Girls Gone Wild. Jackass.
At first I thought maybe this fellow was starting those nasty fires. Who am I kidding? That's so un-American. This is a corn-fed Salty Dog raised on Megadeth and Marlboros.
Enough emails. I've decided to create this site to help organize our riding times and post pictures of our mad skillzz in the canyons and freeways of LA.