Make a Toast to Making the Most, of Your Summer

It's amazing how drinking a beer can make make even the most pitiful skate obstacles seem like funnest skatepark.  Daydreaming about Krysten Ritter also makes everything in life a little more enjoyable.  Disregard the unorthodox video format and enjoy!

My so Called Weekend

Has Anyone ever uttered the following words to you?

"Nah, Hell no man, I do believe you'd get your ass kicked saying something like that."  Jesse and I never hear this wretched phrase either, because we perpetually have mondays off.  I take a small amount of sick pleasure in knowing that while the majority of society is waking up monday morning crusty eyed to a blaring alarm, I am gleefully and leisurely rolling in my sheets like a pig in mud.  Jesse and I have begun treating our two day vacations as if wednesday might not arrive.   

If you happen upon a brewery whilst driving to another town you are obligated to stop there for a beverage.  There are rules to be followed. 

The inside of your tent should be just as beautiful as...

the outside.

Morro Bay is pretty easy on the eyes.

Wonderland might be pushing it a bit.

The river life isn't too bad either.

Good to see the skaters of Guerneville are working hard to keep the scene alive.

Bodega Bay is another sweet piece of eye candy.  I am seeing a reoccurring theme with bays.

Oh yah, we drank some beer and skated too.

What are you Driving Behind?

I possess an inhuman level of faith in my fellow man.  nine times out of ten I assume people are telling the truth, acting with good intentions, and deep down naturally kindhearted.  For good or for ill, I use this happy go lucky attitude as an inner tube to help me float down the winding river of life.  Unless I am driving, in which case I don't trust a single god damn soul on the road.  Here are two Final Destination-esque death scenes just waiting to happen.

Am I really suppose to believe that a tiny pathetic strap is preventing several tons of concrete from tumbling down on my hood at 70 mph?

Has this genius seriously never seen Final Destination?  I almost feel like whoever loaded this rebar wanted to impale some hapless fool following behind him.