The Death Valley Ride is a little deal loosely organized by our pal, Troy. It's really nothing more than a bunch of friends putting down 666 miles through Southern California's/Nevadas beautiful desert. No flyers, no sponsors, no bad attitudes... I think some people may have gotten the wrong idea and assumed the DVR is sort of an "elitist" thing because there is no formal Instagram mass-invite but the truth to the matter is if you know, you'll know....if you wanna know, just ask. I think this method works best to weed out the bullshitters and people that probably don't belong here anyways.
I blew it the first year, then got a metal sliver in my eye the day before last year so i made sure to play it safe the couple weeks leading up to the ride. Luke, Chase and myself rode up to Adam and Tony's the night before for a little chopper slumber party and to cut a majority of that horrible downtown LA traffic in half. The next morning when we pulled up to the meeting spot, I knew right away this was going to be an awesome weekend. Nothing but familiar faces, choppers and most of all, smiles.
There's a reason people come to California, and it's to experience how awesome and diverse the landscape is. Some of the best riding can be done right here, and my first visit to Death Valley was no exception and besides a few hiccups (Nicks, Eddies and my bike calling it quits) everybody made it pretty much unscathed to Las Vegas. Some dudes went hard, some didn't but the one thing we all did was have fun...together.
I know I've had some rough times as of late and for the first time in my life, I'm trying to set my sights on and enjoy the good shit going on around me rather than focus on the bad shit and let it eat me alive. This weekend was a great reminder of how rad things can be when people step up and watch out for one another rather than themselves.
My phone was dead the whole time but fortunately for you, Ben had his camera and caught some rad photos.
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|Lukes Pan looked rad rolling down the road.|
|the Knuckle was running so good until it suddenly wasn't.|
|Raddy and Ryan, just a couple of baawwwssess|
|Eddie flew out and Uncle Troy let him ride his Pan for the weekend|
|Chase's Sportster is as cool as it gets|
|I wasn't surprised when Mumma ran outta gas.|
|The Busby brothers from Salinas. Good dudes right here.|
|Thanks for hanging with me when my bike took a shit shawn. |
How rad is this picture by the way.
|i just think Derrick is cool.|
|early bird gets the perm|
|breakfast across the street from the campsite.|
|Once I realized my Knuckle was done, I started donating parts of it left and right. |
This is where I put my distributor on Ryans Pan.
|solid crew going on here.|
|Sherm lookin good.|
|"you sheared the clutch basket off of the mainshaft?..I didn't know you could do that?"|
|Ohbrono, minutes before all the liquids in his bike came pouring out.|
|"thats my new thing, crackin fools necks" Doug had everybody in tears |
laughting the entire weekend
|the real-est boss on the trip, Chatty made sure everybody was taken care. Thanks|
again for the help man.
|This dude sucked. Apparantly we got randomly selected to each pay $10 to ride the|
road through the state park while all the "normal" people were waved on through.
|Ben piloting his spaceship to another planet.|
|God i hate Vegas, but it's always a sight when you see those lights on the horizon.|