Friday, January 16, 2015


When you live in LA, you have tons of opportunities to meet all of your childhood skate heroes. Thanks Slow Culture for such a bad ass show and making my 90s dreams a reality!

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Full video recap of our opening with @deadbeatclub is now up on our site! �� @tom_dull #mentallyretired

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Saturday, December 13, 2014


A month or so ago I blogged about a day in the freezing cold desert getting sand blasted for a music video shoot. SANDBLASTED. Justin released the video and here it is. Lots of Jeremiah and I Daft Punking around in the desert looking for hidden psychedelic portals that we absorb in our breast plates. Little bit of me sticking my butt out too.

Sunday, November 30, 2014

Thanksgaved Me A Weekend Outside Of LA

This past weekend we rented an eco-friendly cabin in mountains of Tehachapi. The sound of silence is all we heard for two nights. No phones, not wifi, no tv, no problems. 

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Tehachapi is a farm town that has some alpine mountain ranges and is super close to the Mojave. The town itself felt a little like being in a small farm town in southern Illinois.

On day two of our stay, I decided to pick a direction outside of the small town and just begin driving. 

I managed to pick a pretty great route that started by snaking through a canyon filled with cows walking along the sides of the road.

This went on for about 15 miles until I turned on a dirt road that was set to lead me into the southern tip of the Sequoia National Forest. Didn't really know this at the time. Also didn't know how incredibly rough and rocky the road or rather "trail" would become. I just knew we had nowhere better to be that day, so why not drive 3.5 hours at a 8000 foot elevation gain? 

This view is from the tip of the mountain 8k above sea level and completely flattened by my wide angled lens. At this point I was wondering when my baby tires were going to blow and if this road was ever going to become a real road without rocks the size of Monica to drive over. I began wondering if we would see another human being anytime soon, or perhaps fall victim to an owner of one of the hundreds of intimidating private property signs riddled with bullet holes. 

We eventually ran into a really nice gentleman from LA that didn't shoot us and owned property in these mountains. He advised we find our way out by cutting through Jawbone Canyon past some wide open meadows and into the Mojave desert. We took his advice and even spotted this strange structure on our decent out of the mountains. Probably aliens. Or meth. Meth aliens. 

Not sure what this was, but I could hear strange noises in the distance on what was posted as being private property. I couldn't just leave this without going inside to see what kinds of witchcraft has been going on and so there I went. Looked a bit like constellations left behind by drunken bullet holes.

This is the point of crossing out of the Alpine forest and heading into the desert. Yuckas and alpine trees are growing on the same path and off in the distance we see rolling hills covered in windmills. 

Jawbone to Mojave hosts some great open plains. 

Spectacular as always. 

Peculiar green rocks

After a 4.5 hour day of exploring and off-roading in a not so off-road friendly BMW X1, we are back to cabin life.

Next year hopefully things play out differently and we can come back to STL for the holidays. Even though we didn't, I had a great time over the holiday with these three. (Two of these three had pretty bad gas. Guess which ones.)

Friday, November 7, 2014

Natural Skate Park

This is the best thing I've seen all week. I want to be in the Sierras right this minute. Can't wait to go back this summer.

Sunday, October 26, 2014


Iron and Resin throws a helluva good party. This year they threw a far more populated Hooligan Hoedown. Little more cold too, I really need to get some new solo camping gear. Never the less, I  loaded up my ghetto ass tent and headed to Los Padres National forest first thing Saturday morning with my neighbor Greg.

So many rad bikes and rad dogs this year. 

See if you can figure out what's happening here. Spring Break!

This is what it looked like before 100 tents surrounded us and kept me awake all night. Woke up at 4:30 am to a barfing drunk dude and then again at 6am to a drunk guy talking about how funny it was when his buddy was puking. I must be getting old. 

Great getting to see some good folks again, like this hippy.

And Mr. Scott

And these two.

Here's a dog that rides more motorcycles than I do. Don't believe me? Check em out... MOUTHFULLOFJOY

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Little crowded in there to see the bands. 

Thankfully they played for hours at their camp site. So good. 

My ride home today was a wet, cold, epic descent from the mountains. Felt pretty good up there in the clouds. 


Looking to Death Valley in March 2015.  Hopefully there'll be a lot more moto adventures between now and then. 


On a side note, not sure who all reads these blogs, other than my family and friends in far away cities. I have been slow to posting here these days and I think it has a lot to do the ease of Instagram. It's true. I've become a lazy blogger. I'll try and formulate more adventures on there, but in the meantime stop by and say hello.  Thnx!