Despite me being late, Ziadie and Al being incompetent at changing a flat, Joseph falling, Joseph getting a flat and some spontaneous route changes Monday night was a success. Sorry to anybody that did not finish with us and apologies for the sprint down Santa Monica at the end. We were determined to make In-N-Out by midnight...only to find out that they close at 1am. Regardless, Ziadie booked it from La Cienaga down Santa Monica, through the Gauntlet and to In-N-Out in 17 minutes just to make sure we could all eat. Respect.
The view from Steel House is beautiful.
8 guys blowin 9 guys.
Power bar...NOM NOM NOM!
I always get the side of Ivan's face. WTF.
Statue of Liberty.
"Have you ever seen Steel Horse?"
"Have you ever seen Steel Horse...on weed?"
"That's the way to see it man!!!"
Incident #1 - broken spoke.
Incident #2 - Joseph eating shit.
Incident #3 - Joseph getting a flat.
Makin friends.
Grabbin some batteries for the hustle back.
Big Gulp and company. These kids were down...illest conversions on the East side. The chameleon Klein TT set up with gears would be ill!
Bright ass whips with Gatorade to match.
Yeah it happened. Fuck the hipsters. Backwards one foot skidzzz.
"I think that would be a DUI."
Ladies of the Horse.
Where amazing happens.
"Can I get a 5x5?"
"No we can only go up to 4."
"Can you slide me an extra patty on the side?"
5x5 v. 4x4.
"This is the fuckin future mothafuck."
See you gals on Friday.
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