Redwood Run: Part One!

Well, hello there. It has been forever and this shit was a LONG time ago..well maybe like 3 weeks ago. If you know me or went on the trip, you know why there's been a lapse. A motherfucker has been busy, cut me some slack. Now then, for those of you who still read this, here we go! After Born Free 4, the fellas and I decided that going down south was for the birds..aside from our usual Pismo stop and our rad stay with Mr. Matt Noble. (Noble Fabrication, check him out, he's a wizard.) Anyhow, we planned a trip northward to the Redwood Run, a show that's been going on since I was still shitting my pants, I guess I still shit my pants from time to time. Keeps me humble. Papa, myself, Willie, and a couple others loosely focused our attention on planning the route. After a few sessions of google map-ing and a whole bunch of 'dude, fuck it, let's just go wherever', we had a rough outline of where we wanted to go. We got word that the show had an ungodly high entry fee and gave that idea the middle finger. My honest opinion, I don't really give a shit where we go, as long as the crew is in tow, good times will be had! Let's just head north? Sounds good! Itinerary: day one, Healdsburg. Day two, Fort Bragg. Day three, Clear Lake. Day four, home! June 6th, around 9ish, I drop my kiddos with ol whatsername (boooooooo) and hug my goodbyes. I haul ass home and pull out The Slayer, ready to roll and running SWELL. I zip over to Papa's, our usual launch pad. We kick back for a few and wait for a few more rad chopper dudes to arrive. The roster for leg one of the journey was as follows, Marty, Richie, Papa, Big Phil, Dirty Dan, Aaron, Timmo, myself, and Dirty Joe, this year's Road Guardian. We hit the road, aiming our choppers directly at the bay area. We gassed up in Castro Valley and continued on. The plan was to ride over the bay bridge, then the golden gate. Mission accomplished, and holy shit...it was beautiful. Perfect weather, my bike running like a fuckin top, AWESOME. We again gas stopped in Novado, which was filled with yuppies and folks who feared the eye contact. Fine with me. We found a place to eat in a nearby shopping center and were met by our friend and bro Mr. Willie Mandella. Hugs and handshakes, burgers and beers. Fuck yeah. We concluded our stay with cigarettes and what have yous, and sailed onward to our resting place for the night. I don't remember if we gas stopped or not, but we made it to the campsite right around beer thirty. We set up shop quickly, and I do mean 'commenced with the getting fucked up'. Old Man Jack came rumbling up out of nowhere and was greeted warmly by the crew, hells yeah! The sun was still up and a bit of swimming and wading was had as it just so happened to be hot as shit. As the sun sank, our bellies rumbled and the barbecue was fired up. An earlier donation pot and store run yielded a glorious bounty of food. Like a goddamn biker Thanksgiving. I barbecued 4 tri tips, cut em up and we went to town. Our cornucopia supplied us with shit tons of goodies, and we all ate, drank, smoked, etc. A damn good first night. After some RAD campfire story telling and a bunch of nasty meat farts, the crowd began to dissipate. People drifted off into the dark, finding their ways to their sleeping bags. The morning came quickly and coffee was an order. A few of us headed into town, coffee shop within reach. I had noticed my headlight doing a funky wobble, which upon further investigation, was actually my headlight bucket slowly breaking apart. Fuck my life. We found a nearby bike shop with a dickhead-ish owner, who after some mild convincing, sold me a CHEAP light (uh, no fucker, I don't want the $80 chrome bullet thing). Back to the campsite. We arrived to find a couple new guys joining us on this leg of the journey, Mike and George. Fuck yeah! I slapped my new light on as Glenn and Patrice came rolling up, holy shit yeah! Our large group just became a full on caravan, I'm down with that! We watered up, beered up and prepared for the next leg. Kick em up, and crank em over, we're Fort Bragg bound!
   Stay tuned asshole, part two is right around the corner!
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