September 7th, 2007 | Al Lagura |

So you think we’re soft? OK, this word has been stuck in my head since Calvin’s Party. Jason would keep using this word every fucking second, and it got annoying. When you can’t beat em, join em. I hope it gets the fuck out of my head soon cause I ain’t no cup cake!

After riding to SC, we wanted more so Steezy and I planned a long ride to SF. Both of us don’t bitch so we don’t give fuck where we end up as long we’re riding.
Saratoga > Foothill Expressway > Woodside > Kings Mountain > 35 > SF.
Total miles was about 100 Miles Ride.

It looks just another ride right? No.

This is Barry and I late night session with our drift car, back in 2003 we were here every single night for at least 2 years. Barry missed many school days and I missed many meetings in the morning at work. This was one of the first hills that Alex Battleversion showed me to drift in third gear back in 2002. Time flies. This hills is dope, lots of schikanes.

Taking this route took us 2.5 hours to SF but if you’re a drifter, biker or just speed freak make sure to check out this place. Do it at night when there’s no biker, usually around 1AM.

If you thought we lag on our last ride, this time we really lag. We didn’t start our ride until noon. Before leaving, Steezy has been bitching all week about his flat spot rollers so we change our rollers to some new ones. And check out his homemade variatol tools. $6 bucks! No Drilling. No Cutting. Nothing. Those guys over at TR’s are retards, telling people to cut here, to drill here, to do that here. Retards.

Can’t start a ride without stopping for some gas. Only soft nukkas keeps their middle stand.

We first hit Foothill Expressway which is a very long straight road. It was a nice weather and perfect to go riding.

We kinda got lost and took us to some crazy road but we have magie.

Something strange with my shit so we had to stop but I’m still not exactly sure whats wrong with my shit. Sound like I need to change my clutch. We stop in the bottom of Woodside just to check it out but we kept on riding. No soft bitches here. If it runs, keep on going.

We got lost again and found this old shed. Creepy old shed, you can rape someone in there and not get notice. Not that I recommend doing that. But you can.

Here’s a few fotos that I shot while riding.

Retards.

Going up hill sucks. We usually ride on the side since getting hit is not an option.

When we hit Pacifica (hwy 35) it got really cold. I mean freezing cold! That’s not smog, its fog.

This is how you know when you’re in SF.

Our first stop was the Fatlace Store. And they had a labor day sales.

The boys and girl was chillin.

I love parking our shit between cars. One of this day it’s going to get knock down.

Make sure you guys check out the bench. No funks on this bench.

Next stop was H&M to cop some jeans. I can’t afford those Edwin jeans that Fatlace is selling. I’m already broke as it is driving a scooter. After H&M we head out to HUF SF.

Once again I love parking this thing. Shits so easy.

Next stop was Stussy and True. Nothing got me interested in buying any of the shit in there. I think I’ve grown a bit mature because it’s getting harder, and harder for me to like any of the streetwear crap nowadays. I stood there for 5 minutes looking at everything and nothing caught my eyes…

Ok this time we actually park at the motorcycle spot.

We came back to Fatlace after all the ‘window’ shopping. We’re broke. Mark Arcenal was around chillin and look what we found… OLDSCHOOL! Don’t try calling that #. That was prolly 10 years ago and Mark knows what’s up. DUMP AND HELLA FLUSH and that was 10 YEARS AGO!

HUF x NIKE?

After running around SF, it was finally time to go home but taking an easy route home. Nice and long stretch at El Camino Real but it got boring quick.

We finally made it in San Jose and I saw this huge fucking mushroom smoke up in the mountain. When I saw the news there was this huge fucking fire up in the hills around Livermore where we supposed to ride but we bailed on those Scooter Assassin guys.

Knowing its labor day so there’s gotta be some kind of BBQ. Beezy and Party Peter was cup caking at Beezy’s house so we stop by for some Korean BBQ. Why is it called Korean BBQ? Is it made in Korea? or did Korean made this shit first? Why? Barry was working on his shit and it’s finally running after half a year. He even got some a lip now. Homeboy is BALLLINNNNN!

Barry’s garage Certified ASE is back!

I know I took long enough posting this. I’ve mad busy. My next 5 weeks is going to be hell.

9/15 - Nopi ATL
9/22 - Seattle
9/29 - NightShift Demo at SF
10/06 - Nighshift Demo at Vegas
10/13 - Nighshift Demo at Phoenix.

To make it worse, I’ve taken a new position at work plus side gigs!

But I’ll make sure to take some fotos for you dorks that reads this. If you read this shit, comment!