so heres what our pack looked like on the way home. Brad, Joe, Kevo, Harlow, Me, and Juan Dinero. 

so youve seen most of these pics by now i'm sure, but heres us camping again behind a gas station in Beaver City, UT. 

I didn't want to take a ton of pictures while riding with only my phone for fear that it would come to the same demise that kevins did (70 on the freeway: camera, meet concrete!) so heres the only in motion shot i have... other than the ones i shot on brians camera. apparently i don't care if i drop his...

on a trip like this, repair stops are bound to happen more often than not. each one of us would feel bad for holding the group up while the others would look at them with smile and repeat "We'll each have our turn." 

 

The teaser shot Ruth sent me of Tahoe. enough to make any curious.....

The view from my tent one morning just outside dinosaur, UT. you can't see him, but there was a baby bunny well within firing range that particular morning, but my slingshot was on the bike, and i didn't know about bunny for breakfast. 

stopped somewhere on the side of the road en route to Joes place.

Joe lives with a pack of snowboarders from all different walks of life and theres like 12 of them crammed in one house. Its party all the time and these guys have freezers full of different animals to eat... for instance, Moose Tacos!

This The Factory, where Joe and his buddies are the owners of  Nightmare Development, a snowboard company poised to make its debut on the industry. look for their products out soon.... hmm... that wall art seems strangely familiar... 

Kevo and Brian looking like crew members from Steve Zissous submarine. This was taken inside Wils garage, our most gracious host during our short stay in California. Wil, you kick ass and your hospitality is unbeatable! Thank you for letting us scum up your alleyway for a few days and hit on your neighbors. I'm coming back for my el Camino shortly, so be sure shes got fresh oil.

Just outside of denver, we lost kevin as we were leaving out of joes place. I stopped at the exit where we had pulled off for gas to make sure he knew where we had gotten off. after waiting for about 5 minutes, I called, only to hear Kevin ask if Brad had caught up, then to tell me to keep going. His frame had received a death blow and he decided he needed to come up with a different plan to get his bike home. None of us wanted to leave him, but he assured us he was in good hands at Joes place and that we needed to push on. We spotted this bug in the gas station, getting pulled onto a tow truck after blowing a rod, then met a dude named vinnie that recognized brian by the searcher. makes you realize how small this world we live in is. 

Oh, and while we were off having fun in this great country of ours, Rob "you got a friend in Metal" Hulz was off destroying the metal wold at HellFest with his band Solace. Here him on stage courtesy of Stephanie who joined him in France for the 3 day concert.

And just because i cant break tradition, heres your #1000 post thumbs up pic. yes, i stole it from Kemosabe but i think its the only fitting thumbs up that works for #1000 anyway. Thanks for staying tuned. more soon, i swear. not much, but more. and more since the trip too!