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Wed late night phone call:

Me: “I need you to mark me off sick ”

Work: “No problem, will you be back to work by friday?”

Me: “No im pretty ill, more like Monday”

A few hours later and after a similar call to his employer Pat showed up at the house and we were off to catch a 5:25 a.m. flight to San Diego. Within minutes of touching down Mark and Emery swept us up and we were crossing the border at Tijuana into Mexico.

Its a good thing we rode Honda’s because Pat splurged on a full matching Team Honda kit. Waldo set us up with bikes and a place to change and just a few hours on the west coast we were off

Just a minute ride from Waldo’s place we had to stop and see the new house being built in the neighborhood

See that huge bag Mike lugged with him. He has a “real” camera that takes REAL high quality images that can be seen here:

oooooohhhhhh yyyeeeaaaaahhhhhhh

I carry a beat up, piece of shit, point and shoot camera in my pocket and capture the moment on the fly. That being said some photos on here were stolen from his site but there are tons more so go check them out

Taking a break in what little shade the desert had to offer. The heat combined with the real rocky section (Mike is standing on the trail) and getting slightly lost made this part of the first day a real eye opener for Pat

Lost in the desert, 100 degree heat, Mike’s mind is still thinking Extreme Parkour 24/7

Uninvited guests… just let yourselves in

Getting slightly lost and avoiding being stranded by an imposing mechanical issue with Mark’s bike, we ended up doubling back a bit and changed our weekend route entirely. We headed for Ensenada (the city we intended on ending up in for our last night) where Mark has friends who can help remedy an unavoidable mechanical failure on his bike

Since there are no rules in Mexico riding the highways on unlicensed off road machines is allowed, so i assume so is taking pictures and even texting while driving for that matter

After a stop at a friends place to borrow another bike we called it a night, grabbed a hotel, shower, and food in Ensenada and discussed our new route since Day 1 did not go as planned

Good morning Ensenada

Picture Me Rollin’

He sells candy. From his store. Its located on his head

This guy was a little shy but i found the fast track to his heart with a mexican twinkie

Mikes view

My view

Follow this driveway for an hour and find Mike’s Sky Ranch

Its a small oasis in the middle of absolute nowhere

Retired

My spanish is a little poor but I am pretty sure he said “helmets and boots are for pussies” as I rode by

Offered up my services for a wet photo shoot

Here is what you get when you are hours away from civilization and ask “Any gas for sale?”

I stole some sluts sticker

Leaving Mike’s Sky Ranch the back way (you can vaguely see his trail out)

This dude was all smiles and rep’d this dirt beard from start to finish

Our mission was to spend the night on the beach at this legendary  Surf break/Surf Hostel. Thats the remains of a 50ft. Grey whale that washed up and he collected its remains

Oh and this little thing

Its quite a ways off the beaten path and footsteps away from the water

“I’m going to test out the ham-hock”

Richard (right) is the owner and creator. Bought the land in 1980 and has been building it up ever since. All jokes aside…This dude is living the dream

Woke up to a tall fresh pot and it was time to test out our land legs

Pick your Poison….wall of loaner boards

These never leave the elements and lack certain things, like the ability to roll

Once Richard realized we could actually drop in and carve around his bowl he brought his boards from his own private collection that he kept in the house. Session was on

Just moments after this I left a full imprint of my entire body in the deep end and in return a sore rack of ribs for the next month

According to those worn out tightie whities the winds are calm

Spicoli

Got hustled by some locals at the first gas stop

Back to the beach

Traffic

Fun hill climb. Mike awaits the climb (small black dot in middle of road). Pictures and Video never capture how steep some things actually are. It appears nearly flat in the following video. Clearly it isnt

Back to Ensenada for a long night of food, drink and laughing for hours

Bought a few gifts for lovedones back home from a guy on the street

Home Sweet Home. Having to give up his loaner bike in Ensenada we made chose to limp back to Waldo’s with Mark’s original bike which was basically a ticking time bomb

Public pissing is the new “planking”

What to do when someone says “make yourself at home”

The best attention whores

Always reminded that anything goes down here

The line to cross the Border was over an hour long but highly entertaining. You can buy ANYTHING

even puppies

or catch a juggling act

Topped off the trip with a backyard ramp session at our west coast pad in San Diego

Ramp Dawgs

All of the parties involved will be meeting for a similar journey once again. Sooner before later