You know yo ass is doomed
The first major trip on the Aspencade is in full effect! This will really test the bike and the rider. It’s going to be a long ride but will be worth it! I should be going through some beautiful country during a good time of the year.
Last week San Diego played host to East Coast representative and male parental unit of EHough and MHough, none other than the venerable Rod Hough of RodHough.com fame (make sure to go check out his site more photos). The visit was great! Eric and I got to play the multi-faceted roles of tour guide, prankster, personal valet, auxiliary photo-documentary crew team member, male model, heckler, boat captain, and personal sunglass shopping assistant. Highlights of the trip include visits to Coronado Navy Base, Cabrillo National Monument, a boat ride around San Diego Bay, a drive through the remote desert land of the Mojave National Preserve, Las Vegas, the Hoover Dam, scooter rides around the city, and a classic California sunset. Did I forget to mention all of the great food? Mama’s Bakery, In and Out Burger, Lucha Libre, Phil’s Barbecue, Yo-Gart, Outback, and Santana’s to name a few. Overall it was truly an epic visit and, as I’m sure my little brother would agree, a memorable and joyful time that will bring fond memories for years to come. Enjoy the pics!
This past weekend I was finally able to scratch off another area of the world I wanted to travel to, the remote old-growth Redwood forests of Northern California. Eric and I flew to San Francisco where we hopped in a rental car to drive north to the small town of Arcata for our cousin Pete’s wedding.
Arcata is an interesting town that’s for sure. It’s almost like Woodstock never stopped going and only was moved from a small town in New York to an even smaller town in California. The line between homeless, hippie, drifter, and college student are blurred in the heavy sea fog that drifts in each morning. I don’t think I’ve ever seen so many dreadlocks or sudden performances of hippie folk songs. We went down by the ocean and I scoped out some great looking waves. The Redwoods were majestic, tall, and awe inspiring. Looking at their root structures grabbing the Earth, I secretly wished we all could be so steadfast and firm in our morals and convictions. It’s too bad we don’t have role models like that anymore.
The wedding was not what you would call traditional by most standards, but hey, who makes up these rules anyways? All in all, for an Arcata style wedding, I wouldn’t expect anything else! Enjoy the pics!
Here are the pictures from my recent San Francisco trip. I shot the whole trip in black and white. I walked about a million miles, covered a large portion of the city and surrounding areas, crossed the Golden Gate bridge, drank tons of great coffee, watched the Chinese New Year Parade, and toured the SF Museum of Modern Art. Additional writeup to come soon… Enjoy!
Eric, Mike, and I headed up into the Sierra’s for a weekend snowboard/ski trip to a secret mountain spot and had one of the best weekend snow trips in recent memory. From start to finish, the gods smiled on us and delivered unto us fun, laughter, good food, great lodging, and, oh yeah, did I mention epic powder conditions!
The 400 mile trip started out Friday around 2pm. We loaded the Exploder, er…I mean Explorer up with our gear and headed North. The drive is a long one but we entertained ourselves with good conversation, caffeine in varying forms, and beef jerky. We arrived around 10pm that night in the small village where we would be staying.
Our cabin was great! Tons of personality, quaint, and nestled in the middle of the town (or what could be loosely defined as a town). It was 2 stories, 3 beds, with a fireplace. The outside was ringed by Christmas tree lights which made the cabin all the more appealing with the 5+ feet of snow surrounding the ground. We quickly huddled in and breathlessly passed out.
In the morning we picked up some great rentals right up the street and fueled up on coffee and breakfast burritos. Our first day on the mountain we got great snow. All the runs were open and we were able to find some fresh powder amongst the trees. Eric even braved some of the obstacles in the park. We stayed on the mountain until closing time and could barely stand by the time we left.
Later that night, as we were eating copious amounts of prime rib, mashed potatoes, and beef ribs it started snowing…a lot. We turned on the weather at the cabin and found out that there was a winter storm warning for our area and they were expecting 30+ inches of snow and 100mph winds on the tops of the peaks. Needless to say we were all giddy and hoping for a good dumping of fresh powder. After watching a few hours of Spike’s Most Amazing Videos, we slowly one by one retreated to another night of sleep.
In the morning upon awakening the first thing we did was look outside to see everything covered in snow. Thundering booms were coming down the mountain, dynamite set by ski patrol to start avalanches. After getting dressed and heading towards the mountain we stopped to get some coffee and breakfast at which point we were informed that all roads leading in and out of the town were closed. Translation: no one could get to the mountain to ski other than the small handful of people staying in the village with 4-wheel drive.
We had to wait an hour or two while the skeleton staff on the mountain dug the lifts out. Finally, we were able to hop on the lift and proceed up. On our way to the top, we gazed out upon hill after hill of beautiful, pristine powder. Long story short, we snowboarded all day and had nothing but fresh champagne powder all day. By the time the day was coming to a close we could barely balance. Mike was collapsing at every turn face down in the powder. I was barely able to get up after falling. Broken, beaten, with huge smiles we changed in the bathroom of the lodge and headed out, the roads now being open.
The drive back was a long one beset by exhaustion, rain, one-lane desert roads that make you hallucinate, and at times snow and ice. We made it back safe and sound in the middle of the night. It’s trips like that that make it all worthwhile. Would I do it again? In a heartbeat!
That’s right people. Finally some new pictures for your viewing pleasure!
Looking to expand our market and reach out to new customers, the Overload crew headed to San Diego’s own “Thread” show. From their website: “Check out the new spring lines before they hit the shelves. Clothing and accessories from 80 new designers for men and women. Thousands of affluent trendsetters have already been invited from around the country to attend the show and shop, with hundreds already RSVPing.” My verdict: boooring! A bunch of fashionistas strutting around stroking each other’s egos…um, yeah. I saw enough emo-hawks, rat tails, and ridiculously stupid outfits to last for awhile. But hey, what do I know? Have you seen the way I dress?
My long awaited visit back to the East Coast to get some fall weather and see my beautiful niece Amelia. I couldn’t wait to get off the airplane and feel the cool, fall weather and see the colors of the changing leaves. Only problem: it was 87 degress, humid, and the leaves had barely changed! Can you say…global warming? I didn’t think so. Highlights of the visit: lots and lots of motorcycle riding, lots and lots of food, an Apple Festival, a Car Show, getting my antiquing on, sleeping, some more food, and spending time with the star of the show, Amelia. Did I mention eating and motorcycles?
For those of you in the know, our newest employee at the store, Deno, aka Denovious, is also a hip hop artist. In support of Deno’s upcoming mixtape release, Overload threw an event with Deno and some friends during the monthly “Ray at Night” art event that takes place in North Park. A good time was had by all, the show was great, people were getting their swerve on, and Chevy was manning the camera. I built the stage and was relieved it did not collapse!
For those of you who have been living in a vacuum of time and space, we’ve had some fire problems as of late here in Southern California. Although my neighborhood of North Park was best situated to avoid the smoke and fire, we still were affected by these massive firestorms. I would have liked to have taken more pictures, and possibly traveled closer to the fires, but I did not want to interfere with the massive firefighting efforts. It was definitely an interesting experience: smoke in the air, ash on the cars, reddish sky, hot wind. I did, however, learn an interesting lesson which was this: don’t go surfing with massive firestorms nearby because it makes it really hard to breathe. Go figure.
I decided to throw this album up for friends and family who have been asking about the shop. I could have written an elaborate description of the store exalting the fine layout and display of product, the glistening of the glass counters, rows of skateboards inviting you to go out and scream with joy, the aesthetically pleasing lines of slot wall running gracefully along the wall of the store. But I settled for the pictures instead.