Sheila and I ran into YK and Lost Boy on our way up Lick Observatory


Caught up with them for a few minutes then we went our way

View from the top


No place I’d rather be…

California…
Sheila and I ran into YK and Lost Boy on our way up Lick Observatory
None of us knew what DGR was until the Prez told us he was gonna be in it.
DGR, aka Gentlemen’s Ride, is basically an event where you dress up as classy motherfuckers and ride your “classy” bikes to raise awareness for cancer.
Naturally, anything that I haven’t done before, I’m interested in. Did a quick roll call and the following dirt bags were down to ride.
Because we are men, we only knew the destination but not how to get there. So we got lost, like men. But thankfully a pair of dirt riders came to our aid.
A majority of the bikes were Cafe racers: the classy kinds. Our bikes were probably the shittiest and cheapest.
Ducky and I got shot
Made many pit stops and met this dude Jonny Vu
The Prez’s pipes made the girls wet
Packed the streets
Twin Steeds
Twin Peaks
I gotta admit, this ride was very well organized. Nobody crashed, no cops, and no angry Range Rover driver.
Until next year LNSPLTRS!
What’s the best excuse to ditch the annual Turkey Trot or Turkey Bowl??
Turkey Ride bitches.
Born Free veteran Ducky came out along with ATW Tdawk, Halfway Sam, Electrical Mike, and Lagging Vix
The Pinecreek Hooligans
Waiting for everyone to fuel up
Rusty, rustier than ever before
First stop up Sierra
These two hikers came out of no where and were on our nuts.
The reason for the pit stop
white guy and his white bike
Dizzy Dat the VP…
Couldn’t ask for better weather
After shit talking for a good half hour, we rode to the next stop
Redneck Brian
The Prez aka Legion Cycles
Until next year LNSPLTRS