Cali' Chillin'

The gang put up some big miles this week and was rewarded with epic riding and some great off the bike time.  After riding 300 miles in three days, 100 miles of which took us through Big Sur, we arrived in Lompoc pronounced Lompoke/Lompuke.  Spending some time in Jaspers, the Playboy rated #6 dive bar in America, about 15 people told us the winner of the tri-county battle of the bands winner was playing a show. Once Pat beat the Pac Man high score we headed to the show and then crashed on the roof of a coffee shop. Yesterday was an easy 60 miles into Santa Barbara.  Pat's high school buddy Reese put us up.  After doing some costume shopping/lifting at Goodwill we made a huge feast then went to watch Reese's band play downtown.  The mummy costume proved easy to maintain throughout the night with a simple trip to the little boys room. Today we shredded some tasty waves on probably the sickest point break on the west coast.  Our tan lines impressed all the babes.  Some guy even thought we were in a touring band.  After working up a nasty hunger from shredding and we drove to the mountains to the Cold Springs Tavern for country western music and some top quality tri-tip BB-Q sandwiches. BOOM.  
-MBHB