A friend of mine has a house on a Mountain in Vermont. I went up there to give him a hand with some stuff, get some things ready for me to go stay up there for a while this summer, and to enjoy everything Vermont has to offer.
I picked him up in Rhode Island and made the 4 hour drive to Vermont. Sometimes its nice to arrive somewhere at night, and wake up to see what you couldn't see in the dark. With all the character of Marleys Palace, on the inside, I could only imagine what I would see outside in the sunshine. He has something interesting to look at in every corner of the house, Stickers everywhere, animal heads,fake rats in the bathroom, 3 refrigerators. Marley really doesn't give a shit about anything. I saw him pick up a mouse trap with a decayed mouse on it, and as he was carrying it across the room, the fur was just blowing all over the place.
But despite how awesome the inside of the house was, when I woke up, the back yard was Paradise.
Been out in Plymouth working on boats with my friends for a few weeks. Saving all my money to finally dial in the bus to run on Veggie oil. Working on boats out in the water, on a nice sunny day, ain't too bad.
Especially when you're staring at the Mayflower, the boat that brought the illegal aliens to the states and chased out all the native indians... GOD bless America
Went hiking with one of my oldest friends the other day. To a place I had been a bunch of times before, but never explored to it's full potential. While i usually make a B-Line to the top to enjoy the view, I never looked at everything that was at the bottom of "Ross' Cliff's". We enjoyed ourselves so much the first time, we went back the next day to see the rest. In the 2 days, we climbed down through sketchy gorges
And we climbed up some even sketchier cliffs to stand on a platform like Mufasa.
We watched rock climbers get awesome.
And we walked around this Pond
High school year book poses... mine looks weird and sexual and billy looks uncomfortable..
What a weird night.. Played ping pong for hours straight, got bit by a dog,walked through a cemetery,found people at the gas station walking around with a Giant Bow and Arrow and a stick with swords on both ends, fell in a hole walking back through the cemetery,played ping pong left handed for more hours,drew a treasure map,and then fell asleep on a crime scene mattress. woke up and skated home on a skateboard shaped like a foot.... what a perfect time with good friends.
!0 years ago I was riding my bike at a skatepark in Southbridge, Ma. (home to BMX legend Airin Roso). There was a guy riding that had a stem on his bike that I liked, so I asked him where he got it. He told me that he just opened a bike shop in Danielson, CT and he had one there. That following week I drove there and bought the stem. A small shop in a small town in CT, nothing to ride but a parking lot and a set of trails. He had 3 borrowed bikes in the window for sale and his BMX and Skate inventory combined could have fit into a back pack.
!0 years later and Chucks store has had more of an impact on that town than any other business on Main street.It's given kids a safe positive place to hang out, he's responsible for the majority of the skate parks being built in the area for the kids, when the town has a parade...chuck's float is the best, and when they shut down the street on new years eve... the crowd of people is biggest in front of his store.
Chuck had a video premiere at the shop, for a skate video him and his friends made of the local skaters in town. The place was packed and the video was sick. Pizza by the handful. Thanks for the awesome times....not just at the premiere, but in the last 10 years.
My friend Jake moved to Providence from California. After visiting the area he grew up in, It makes no sense why he would move away. When I asked him why he ended up in Providence, he said " I like the BMX scene here". It made me realize what an awesome group of friends we have in Providence.
A big group of us cruised around the city the other day. Great friends, A cooler full of beverages, strapped to the back of a mountain bike, and a bunch of fun spots, was a recipe for the perfect time.
We wrapped the day up with a game of soccer in a park and a shit load of tacos..
You know that feeling you get when you get to ride something that you built yourself? No? I'm sorry to hear that, because there is something you get from working hard to build your own fun, that you don't get from riding anything else. The best thing about building trails, is that the majority of people are too lazy to do it.
I can't slow down. As soon as I get home from California, Friends come to town and its a celebration for days straight. Spent the weekend riding bicycles around with my friends that I haven't seen in a while, and don't get to see often. I snapped a picture of this rare bird (hairless portu-Goose) with Mikey while they were in town getting extra weird. Nights blend into days and days blend into days and days. Whats more important in life, than having a good time with your friends.
What a crazy journey my last day in California was. But, sometimes things go wrong and you are forced to deal with situations that you weren't planning on. Yesterday was one of those days.
I packed my bags and headed to the beach to watch a nice sunset before my bus ride at 9:30PM. Life is good.
The bus ride from Santa Cruz to San Jose was perfect. Full of interesting people to watch and it took less time than i was expecting. When i got to the Cal train station, I tried to buy a ticket for the train from the ticket machine, but the words "No Bills" were on the screen. My options were $7.00 in change or a credit card. I had neither so i decided to take my cash and buy a ticket on the train. When the train conductor came around to check tickets, I said "I tried to buy a ticket from the machine, but it wouldn't take cash. Can I buy one from you?" and he replied with "If you don't have a ticket you need to get off the train." Sure enough, when the train got to the next station, he threw me off. It would have been no big deal if there was another train I could catch, but that was the last train of the night, and my only way to get to the airport. So instead, I found myself sitting on a bench in a random town at 3 AM. with my flight leaving in 3 hours.
No one likes calling their friends to bail them out of a sticky situation. Obviously, I would rather figure it out myself and be on my way, but sometimes things are just of out your hands and you gotta do what you gotta do. And I am so thankful to have friends that are willing to go out of their way to help someone out. And I am also lucky to have friends that are still awake at 3 in the morning. In a few hours, my friends Jeff and Kayla were pulling up in a car while i was passed out on my luggage on the sidewalk. They picked me up and drove me to the airport. (part of me wishes i missed my flight and just drove back to Santa Cruz with them). I guess the upside to all of it, was that I got no sleep all night so i slept almost the entire flight back to Boston.
Thank you to all of my friends. You guys are the best.
And, when i got home, I got to hang out with Jake in the deepest subway in the world.
Everyone built forts when they were 10 years old. But I heard you have to "grow up" at some point. I don't know what the term "grow up" means, but if it means i cant build and sleep in a fort in my friends living room, I don't want anything to do with it. FORTS!!!
Fill up some cars with friends,Park at the top, Hike though the forest of gigantic redwoods,find a river and build a swimming hole. Some food and a couple of instruments, and you have a recipe for the perfect day.
It's good to be back, enjoying the always perfect Santa Cruz weather. Jackson picked me up from the bus stop, brought me to his house, and make me a sandwich. Woke up and hung out with Otis in a parking lot , put my bike together, and went and watched Jackson get sick at a mini skate park.
This trip started out as an adventure. I tied my bike to the back of a motorcycle and drove to Plymouth Massachusetts. From there, I hopped on a train and headed to Boston. With my bicycle as my main source of transportation, I knew I had to bag it up at some point to bring it on the plane. I cruised the streets with my friends until late in the night, and then retired on a couch at a house dubbed "Hell House". I woke up to the sound of rain, and the realization that I had to get on a plane with my bike in a few hours, and I still didn't have a bag to put my bike in.
I always fly out of Boston. And I always spend the night before my flight, cruising around the city with my friends Lino and Jake. My favorite way to enjoy a City is cruising around the empty streets in the middle of the night.
Man,do I love digging dirt in the woods with my friends. No worries and no problems. Everyone in the North East has been patiently waiting for nature to take its course and dump some rain on the dust piles, and we finally got it months later. Bring on the spring time riding with buds. Wait till you see what's under that tarp. mmmmm