#51 don't moan so much, don't moan SO MUCH!

All right.




Fellas? Can I get up and do my thing?

Now I want everybody to get on the 1. Get up and get down.

Hop onto the singletrack at the point which would appeal to Lon Chaney Jr. Ride it. Feel them 23s drift. Come on ride it!




Ease on down the Big Sur coastline until you reach the most parasitic trailhead in the county. The signage on the Best Side makes no mention of bikes. That means "GO!"


You can ride singletrack over the Pacific...

wrap that point back to the 1, continue South.


Act like you know.


OMG, the poison oak was over powering...a trail only a Midwesterner could love. Wear shorts.




Wow. This place was oceany. The seals were eyeballing me. I did not linger.





Wet. Mucky. I expected crabs to creep out.

And after I saw the goods, I really expected crabs to creep out.





Brothers and Sisters, this spot was a fine place to have a beer. Nicely done. Super sweet jaunt down the coast, which I never do and should- so it was great. Add in the singletrack sides? Hello fun!

#8 went doooooooooown

I dragged the offspring out for an afternoon's velocache in lieu of the planned s240 (for you, Lord Hayden, it is a Sub24hourOvernight) due to general 1/2 assedness all around. Whatever! It was some consolation prize!


Heading up and over the hill...





Quality parenting Northwards along the bikepath. Hey! It was that or in the pants.


You can see the OSHA approved tower off to the left. The kids started jockeying for position as soon as it came into view.


Mandatory shot matches. Door #3. There were pigeons.


Mandatory shot. Mixed in the Joselyn's bottle of flat orange soda. This helped my attitude immensely, as the eldest had been bitching up a storm and I was past ready to sell her.



Loot: tall boy of "Troll Poison", Trucker music CD, sweet Mavic cap, useful CHP bicycle safety manual, and pocket shot o'gin. Outstanding.




Southbound and down, loaded up and truckin...