California dream, the American dream exists !!, already said Mamas & the Papas at the time. Everything that can be dreamed of, in the most western state of the USA, becomes reality or at least apparently.
Perfect skateparks, waves like zippers, powerful cars, bikes modified happily without the inquisition of a Spanish ITV, beautiful and athletic women, barbecues, burgers, sun, heat, palm trees, etc …
Everything looks very nice and in fact it is until you cross the threshold of your facade and land in reality with motorists harlystas fringes and injection engines, days and weeks of “platada” without waves, women operated, hypercaloric and unhealthy food, without sun or heat in case of arriving to San Francisco, with a climate closer to the finisterre than to Malibu.
Everything has its counterpoint, but that does not mean that it is a place of admiration, both for the different sports that we owe them as well as their culture of rapid combustion, with high-displacement engines and a beautiful V-shape repeated.
We have not had the opportunity to delight ourselves with the amount of good motorcycle builders that exist in that area or the waves known worldwide except for Malibu (10+), but we could enjoy good landscapes in deserts and natural parks worthy of any good western, as well as characters in such places in the purest “redneck” style.
A great find was discovering the Cretins Mc, a biker club “A club of misfits of the motorcycle world”. Coincidentally we were able to access and meet one of its members’ workshop.
After more than 3000 miles and 3 states traveled, here are some pictures that illustrate our California dream staff.