Saturday, November 10, 2012

Kickstarter- preview our project

Its begun! We are making our movie and this is the preview! 




check out what we've got so far and support us at www.kickstarter.com/projects/bikeslave




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Thursday, July 5, 2012

And then things got wierd

T dawg at San Onofre power plant
 I don't know how to explain any of this and hopefully the pictures will speak for themselves.

Here we are on the last biking day of our trip, complete with:
-A ferry ride
-gold shorts
-mustaches
-Camp Pendelton
-expensive sandwiches
-sunset from a mountain top on the old PCH
-bumblebee wings

Sylvie and Lydia in Newport Beach
Vince, somewhere in Southern California
We aren't sure where Vince was during our trip to La Jolla. Jersey Shore?

Scariest day of my life part 1

The gang spent a wild night on top of a mountain near Benbow, CA. Apparently our lovely hosts Sam and Shirley chose to live off the Redwood Highway, near the town of Benbow because the main strip of town didn't have any empty store fronts.
Its a pretty interesting way to access the economic state of an area.

Sam will probably be the inspiration of Vince's future self and Shirley convinced us all to believe in true love.

L-R Top: Sylvie, Jaiye, Thomas, Vince. Bottom: Shirley, Sam

Bike SLAVE saves the day!



I know you are all wondering....'What is bike SLAVE doing at the Sheriff's office?' 'Why do we look so stoked?' 'Why aren't we on bikes?'

Well its your lucky day, cause we have a truly heart warming and ridiculous story for you all!

One afternoon I was biking along the highway 101 and came upon a book in the "bike lane." It seemed like the sort of thing to inspect, so I stopped and upon realizing that the book was a users manual for a Dodge Ram, I noticed a slew of seemingly sensitive information scattered on the shoulder. We're talking insurance cards, car title, AAA membership cards, etc.
I collected the cards and put them in my panniers for safe keeping.

The next afternoon, after a night of Mexican food at La Super Ricas, music with our new friends in Santa Barbara and a beach side bike ride, we came upon a Sheriff's office. Perfect!

The other two members of Bike SLAVE filled their water bottles and went pee in city hall while I handed over the cards and documents to the police.
When all was said, handed over and seemingly done, the police officer explained that we'd need to be witnesses if it ended up that the information we recovered was tied up in any funny business.

Hmm...witnesses! With our work done I too retired to city hall to use the facilities...as soon as a walked in, without saying a word, a man in the entry way (upon seeing my stylish biking garb)  pointed towards the end of the hallway and said, "bathroom?"

When I got back out to T-dawg, Lydia and the bikes, 2 officers were standing around chatting with them...turns out the documents that I found on the highway were from a recently STOLEN CAR!

So Bike SLAVE may have been involved in the recovery of a stolen car, or at least we passed on somewhat valuable information to a sheriff's office.


Breakup Letter to the Wind



Dear Wind,

We've had some amazing times together. I cherish the times we've spent together and will remember them forever. But recently you've been all up in my face. We have had way too much intimate time and I need some space. We need a break. You've been coming on way too hard and you need to turn it down a notch or two from eleven. I still want to be friends with you, just only when I'm getting that tail wind. Recently I've just way too much head wind.

Respectfully yours,
T-dawg

Tuesday, June 19, 2012

Ridiculously GOOD LOOKING


I'm not really sure how we got here, or why we're so really really ridiculously good looking, but we're biking 107 miles to San Diego tomorrow with mustaches, tattoos, gold spankies and some bumble bee wings and you can't stop us cuz' this is crazy, and here's my number, so call me maybe, 8675309.....

Our date with Sven, the Canadian/Italian

Our paths first crossed at a campsite in Lucia, CA. We weren't prepared to pay the $15 to pitch our tent, so I approached him in search of change for a $20. Our interaction was brief, but there was a connection that can only be felt between fellow spandex clad adventurers.

We all went to bed that night thinking nothing of the chance meeting.

The next morning we appeared to be vibrating at the same frequency, making our breakfasts 25 feet apart, packing up camp, and heading off into the fog filled coastal roads. He said he was headed to the unfortunate town of Fresno later in the day and I encouraged him to put a more positive spin on his journey by changing that "no" to a "yes."

We parted ways and rode off into the abyss.

Fifteen miles later, after a grueling climb up to the sleepy town of Gorda, we found ourselves in the Whale Watcher's Cafe when who other than our friendly neighbor should stroll in. Before we knew it, he and Thomas were conversing in Mandarin over orange slices and nutella as we sipped our overpriced coffees. We posed for this self-timed photo before hitting the road, fully intending to part ways yet again.

lunch break/music break



However, we ended up hitting the road together, and found ourselves moving at the same pace
along the winding roads. Another thirty miles passed and we were going steady.

After four hours together, it felt like time to take it to the next level, you know? Test out the waters and see if this could really go somewhere. So I broke the melting ice by saying, "let's exchange names..." Team bike SLAVE proudly introduced their silly selves and when we got back around to our new friend he said curtly, "I don't have a name."
At first we were happy to call him "no-name" but the allure of his mysterious namelessness wore off at lunchtime. He told us that he was Canadian, but his family lived in Italy and based on his exotic background we decided to name him "Sven." He took to his new name in a matter of minutes (which consisted of us repeatedly calling "Sven" until he would respond).

sea elephant imitation
Together we shared in the thrill of the final descent of the jagged cliffs. And then Sylvie took off her pants.

While biking.

If she were to win a gold medal in something obscure it would be bike stripping.

The hours flew by all too fast. Not too long after admiring Elephant Seals basking in the sun we had arrived at our destination, San Simeon. Sven had many more miles ahead of him, so we said our final goodbyes and watched him pedal off.

As the three of us reminisced about our short-lived romanced with Sven, we pondered his origins, speculating that he must be the son of the Italian mafia,  incognito and on the run. Why else would he not tell us his name? As we joked about awkward goodbyes that come back to haunt, Thomas pulled out his Iphone and gave us his signature "Oh god. Uh oh. Ohhhh No. Oh wait it's okay. Oh no." Signaling that we'd taken a wrong turn, our destination was still three miles down the road.

We slowly made our way back to highway in order to avoid any awkward interactions with Sven. We wouldn't want him to think we were stalking him. So we're biking, biking, and biking and reach the hotel at last, park our bikes outside, walk through the doors. And who do we sitting inside the hotel lobby? No, it's not Oprah, or Vincent. It's Sven. Awkwardddd..... What are the chances?

Until we meet again!