September 2nd, 2007 | Al Lagura |

People that are so indecisive fucks up everyone’s time and plan. And I fucking hate that.

We were supposed to be at San Luis Reservoir to Jet Ski but since we took too damn long to make the decision we lost it. My brother even came down from SAC thinking we were Jet Skiing. My last minute plan with Steezy was to drive to Santa Cruz hitting the back roads with our Ruckus. Yes we are nuts and it took us less than 2 hours driving through the beautiful back road of Hwy 9 and old Santa Cruz Road. I have driven this road a few times with my old race car but never with a bike and if you ride your Rucks through here, you are either a crazy mofo, an idiot, or just love riding your rucks.

You guys should once drive this road with a bike, ruckus, or car. It’s really amazing and away from all the city life.

We started the ride at Steezy’s house. Our plan was to leave at 6:30am but since we’re filipino time, we started our ride at 8:30. Always fashionably late.

We can’t go riding without Magie, oh just incase I haven’t introduce you to my Navi, her name is Magie. Actually Steve LA Hardakus name her.

Obligatory self shot while riding!

Here we are at the 4 corner stop at the top of HWY 9.

Here we are again on top of Boulder Creek and a few random shot to some town that we passed by.

Breaking down sucks and no, we don’t break down. Only GY6 Ruckus and Vespa breaks down. LOL All love Stevy!

I didn’t actually break down but my license plate was hitting my tires so I had to stop and fix it.

DRIFT YA LATER DUDE!

While we were fixing my shit, I called Janice to get everyone ready to head down to Sea Cliff. If I see two Ruckus parking at a spot that has barely any parking, I would get down and throw that shit in the water. But hey! We paid to park.

There’s something I love about the beach but I hate the beach. It’s hot, It’s sandy, It’s cold, It’s annoying.

The fams finally arrived along with Party Peter and his gay brother Kevin.

We hate each other.

The troublemakers. My niece and my daughter.

J forgot my trunks so I had to buy one at the liquor store. They didn’t have many options and I was left with American trunks or Speedo Trunks. And I’m Asian to let’s stick to the hangloose.

There was a perfect 10 couple at the beach. At first I thought the black guy was rescuing a whale off the shore. Hey hey hey! Fat girls needs loving too!

Jordan. Messing. With. The. Sand. Yeah. he was.

Jarod - This is the cutest kid here. And the ugliest Dad. Don’t hate.

It was getting late and we didn’t want to hit the dark going back home. Going up hill with the Ruckus f’n sucks. We have to drive on the side of the road since we’re going so slow.

Getting gas before hitting the HWY. $4.05 with both Ruckus full tank and 100MPG to go.

Almost home! We hit this one town and it was crazy f’n hot. I am talking about 100+ and it was only that town. Jesus hates that town because a mile away it was nice and cold. Unless Satan lives there because my skin was burning.

We stop a few times just for sight seeing. Just looking through the beautiful scenery that we city peeps hardly see but it’s only a few miles away from our town. We get caught up in our corporate jobs.

and I leave you guys with shitty attempt video. Tomorrow is another ride and another Ruckus.

Just incase the vid doesn’t work, DL IT here.