We rallied at the ARCO station in Costa Mesa around 7AM. The plan was to then ride up to Long Beach for some breakfast then scoot over to the coast and take in some scenery on our way up to Ventura.
|so many beauties buried in years of utah dust|
|the treasure that had been buried|
|the promise land|
|the dirt bikes|
Late one Saturday night, a fire broke out at a shop, consuming everything in it, including that once perfect machine and the memories it fostered, turning them into chard debris and unrecognizable rubble. There it sat, the iteration and wonder of intense labor, creativity, and painstaking effort.