We had been vaguely thinking of hitting up Born Free for the past little while, and as the date grew closer it got talked about more & more. So, in typical fashion, I looked up flights a couple days before the show, found some cheap ones, got a good deal on some rental Harleys and we hit the road. Flew into LAX, picked up the bikes, stopped in Manhattan Beach for some Mexican, and then headed down the coast. Three hours into the ride, Luke’s oil pump blows, his bike sounds like it’s going to seize. This is on a 2 year old bike with 19,000 miles. Good ole’ HDs. He happens to break down right at Trestles, an epic surf spot Kelly Slater hangs out at, so we crack a Red Stripe on the beach and wait for a tow to arrive. I crash my bike on the interstate the next day right after Luke picks up his replacement bike, an old man style Bagger. A few scrapes later, some hugs from strangers who were happy I was alive, and we are on our way to Born Free 3. The show was crazy. Seeing that many amazing old bikes in one place is overwhelming, it becomes hard to concentrate on taking pictures because I was salivating at all of the insane bikes that were everywhere. People rode from all over the country to come to this event, worked on their bikes all year round to show them here, and the vibes from seeing such a crew of people so passionate about bikes was something I’ve never experienced anywhere else. We camp out with the Vancouver crew right up the road from the show, and hit up Venice beach the next day for some beers on the beach, and bomb home the next day. All in all, my kind of weekend.































