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Sunday, April 01, 2007
Big Sweaty D
at our disposal it would have been easier to find an Al Qaeda splinter cell.
at our disposal it would have been easier to find an Al Qaeda splinter cell.
different location. Cool huh.
different location. Cool huh.
After discussing our route and speed we saddled up and waited for the green light from
ride organizer Berni. Our group #2 had 6 members Sparky, Giselle, Keith, Jimbo,
Steroling and myself.
Keith is a great ride leader and in no time we were in San Francisco Traffic heading onto
Keith is a great ride leader and in no time we were in San Francisco Traffic heading onto
the temporary Bay Bridge Onramp and heading across the bridge.
the temporary Bay Bridge Onramp and heading across the bridge.
Taking Treasure Island turnoff we sped our ways down the hill and through a stop sign at
the gate. It was there with my keen sweeping powers I saw Mike sitting in a empty
parking lot with the big ass Posse patch on the front of his bike faring. For some
reason that sign was not good enough for my group so they continued for another mile or
two trying to get lost down a dead end street. When they returned from getting lost
they chewed me out for not stopping them (and spoil their fun).
Everybody took the time to bond and take photos we discussed iPods and chrome and the
benefits of bringing enough clothing for a unknown ride. Kuny showed up in a Grey SUV
with his son and we all bonded. While bonding we were given the next set of envelopes
with more directions. San Carlos, fuck we were just there! After a brief discussion
about pee we all headed over to some really nasty porta-potty. Seriously they were
nasty... The disabled (blue) porta-potty was particularly bad.
Off we go ripping up the hill toward the Bay Bridge. I keep noticing a Grey SUV right
on my ass and keep having to remind myself its Kuny. Sometimes I feel like a Goldfish
swimming around the castle and by the time a make it around everything seems new
again. (short term memory loss).
We get on the bridge and head through the City down Hwy 101 toward San Carlos. I'm
not sure we took the right exit, Steroling noted to me that we should have taken the
next one. But we arrived to find Fabby gleefully waiting for us at Domenico Wines on
Industrial road. It was here we were met the Owner Dominic and were treated to a
tour of the Winery. Dominic is the Owner of the business and the building and seems to
be a very knowledgeable business man with a passion for making wine. Dominic doesn't
fuck around and you can tell by the well thought out space, oak barrels, and warehouse
full of wine making equipment. We were invited to come back and offered to help the
Posse bottle our own bottle of wine with a Posse label. I think it would be a great event
some day. So Fabby gave us our next assignment with a big warm smile, we were
heading to see Arlen Ness's showroom in Dublin.
After saying goodbyes to Dominic and Fabby we all suited up and jumped onto the 92
freeway/bridge and headed east. We watched as California's Finest CHP pulled a
vehicle over directly in front of us, it was a nice display of flashing red and blue lights
and quickly we all slowed down, together. We took 92 to 238 to 580 to Hopyard Rd
turnoff and quickly arrived at Arlen Ness's showroom. We met Carol who was patiently
holding onto our envelopes and was also met up with another group 1 or 3 who knows. We
were treated to more eye candy than the brain could absorb. No not strippers, bikes!!!
Chrome, Billet, Blown, Slammed, Stretched, Scalloped, Flamed... you name it Arlen and
Corey did it. So I managed a crappy cappuccino out of a machine next to a very nice and
clean bathroom. I asked the general manager if he knew anything about cappuccino and
he said no, I told him neither did his machine. So with the whole pee & coffee thing out
of the way I met with the group and we all had a couple Kodak moments. Next stop?
We open the envelope and discover we are off to the Buena Vista Cafe in San Francisco
Fisherman's Warf. I lead us on this leg and keep the group at a brisk pace on 580
through Oakland across the Bay Bridge and into San Francisco. Traffic sucked on the
Embarcadero so we cut up Columbus past Washington Square and over to Fisherman's
Wharf. Apparently Ken had a really good time at the Bar and did not wait for us so
Jimbo received our special secret instructions from one of the busiest bartenders in all
of San Francisco. Ok so where do we go?
South San Francisco, we head up Van Ness street all the way to Deboce and get on the
101 and head south. We seem to be missing all the major traffic and soon found
ourselves turning off and driving into the South Side Hood. Sparkey led the way and
next thing I know we are at a really large cool park, I saw Ray Bray on the other side
of the park and we figured out we were on the wrong side. Jimbo, Giselle and me drove
down the sidewalk while Sparkey met us around the other side.
The Posse After Party was so cool, really it was cold as fuck! But who cares everybody
was there and the tables were covered and the food was bar-b-q'ing away. Everybody
was a rock star and we all had a story or three to tell. We were awarded a Broken
spoke for a peeing mishap that would have made R. Kelly proud! We were also awarded a
steak dinner because we drew the longest ride. Goddamm it's good to be in group #2.
Berni, Fabby & Mike put a lot of love in this ride and it truly shows in the quality and
safety of the ride. I must thank them for putting together a great ride, great meal,
arranging with Dominic Winery and all the behind the scenes stuff we will just never
know. A special thanks to Carol, Ken, Peggy, Chris Kunz and all the support, family and
friends who helped make this ride possible, it is with your support that the California
Posse can grow into the Motorcycle Club it is today.
Fuck am I done yet?
Big Sweaty D
at our disposal it would have been easier to find an Al Qaeda splinter cell.
at our disposal it would have been easier to find an Al Qaeda splinter cell.
different location. Cool huh.
different location. Cool huh.
After discussing our route and speed we saddled up and waited for the green light from
ride organizer Berni. Our group #2 had 6 members Sparky, Giselle, Keith, Jimbo,
Steroling and myself.
Keith is a great ride leader and in no time we were in San Francisco Traffic heading onto
Keith is a great ride leader and in no time we were in San Francisco Traffic heading onto
the temporary Bay Bridge Onramp and heading across the bridge.
the temporary Bay Bridge Onramp and heading across the bridge.
Taking Treasure Island turnoff we sped our ways down the hill and through a stop sign at
the gate. It was there with my keen sweeping powers I saw Mike sitting in a empty
parking lot with the big ass Posse patch on the front of his bike faring. For some
reason that sign was not good enough for my group so they continued for another mile or
two trying to get lost down a dead end street. When they returned from getting lost
they chewed me out for not stopping them (and spoil their fun).
Everybody took the time to bond and take photos we discussed iPods and chrome and the
benefits of bringing enough clothing for a unknown ride. Kuny showed up in a Grey SUV
with his son and we all bonded. While bonding we were given the next set of envelopes
with more directions. San Carlos, fuck we were just there! After a brief discussion
about pee we all headed over to some really nasty porta-potty. Seriously they were
nasty... The disabled (blue) porta-potty was particularly bad.
Off we go ripping up the hill toward the Bay Bridge. I keep noticing a Grey SUV right
on my ass and keep having to remind myself its Kuny. Sometimes I feel like a Goldfish
swimming around the castle and by the time a make it around everything seems new
again. (short term memory loss).
We get on the bridge and head through the City down Hwy 101 toward San Carlos. I'm
not sure we took the right exit, Steroling noted to me that we should have taken the
next one. But we arrived to find Fabby gleefully waiting for us at Domenico Wines on
Industrial road. It was here we were met the Owner Dominic and were treated to a
tour of the Winery. Dominic is the Owner of the business and the building and seems to
be a very knowledgeable business man with a passion for making wine. Dominic doesn't
fuck around and you can tell by the well thought out space, oak barrels, and warehouse
full of wine making equipment. We were invited to come back and offered to help the
Posse bottle our own bottle of wine with a Posse label. I think it would be a great event
some day. So Fabby gave us our next assignment with a big warm smile, we were
heading to see Arlen Ness's showroom in Dublin.
After saying goodbyes to Dominic and Fabby we all suited up and jumped onto the 92
freeway/bridge and headed east. We watched as California's Finest CHP pulled a
vehicle over directly in front of us, it was a nice display of flashing red and blue lights
and quickly we all slowed down, together. We took 92 to 238 to 580 to Hopyard Rd
turnoff and quickly arrived at Arlen Ness's showroom. We met Carol who was patiently
holding onto our envelopes and was also met up with another group 1 or 3 who knows. We
were treated to more eye candy than the brain could absorb. No not strippers, bikes!!!
Chrome, Billet, Blown, Slammed, Stretched, Scalloped, Flamed... you name it Arlen and
Corey did it. So I managed a crappy cappuccino out of a machine next to a very nice and
clean bathroom. I asked the general manager if he knew anything about cappuccino and
he said no, I told him neither did his machine. So with the whole pee & coffee thing out
of the way I met with the group and we all had a couple Kodak moments. Next stop?
We open the envelope and discover we are off to the Buena Vista Cafe in San Francisco
Fisherman's Warf. I lead us on this leg and keep the group at a brisk pace on 580
through Oakland across the Bay Bridge and into San Francisco. Traffic sucked on the
Embarcadero so we cut up Columbus past Washington Square and over to Fisherman's
Wharf. Apparently Ken had a really good time at the Bar and did not wait for us so
Jimbo received our special secret instructions from one of the busiest bartenders in all
of San Francisco. Ok so where do we go?
South San Francisco, we head up Van Ness street all the way to Deboce and get on the
101 and head south. We seem to be missing all the major traffic and soon found
ourselves turning off and driving into the South Side Hood. Sparkey led the way and
next thing I know we are at a really large cool park, I saw Ray Bray on the other side
of the park and we figured out we were on the wrong side. Jimbo, Giselle and me drove
down the sidewalk while Sparkey met us around the other side.
The Posse After Party was so cool, really it was cold as fuck! But who cares everybody
was there and the tables were covered and the food was bar-b-q'ing away. Everybody
was a rock star and we all had a story or three to tell. We were awarded a Broken
spoke for a peeing mishap that would have made R. Kelly proud! We were also awarded a
steak dinner because we drew the longest ride. Goddamm it's good to be in group #2.
Berni, Fabby & Mike put a lot of love in this ride and it truly shows in the quality and
safety of the ride. I must thank them for putting together a great ride, great meal,
arranging with Dominic Winery and all the behind the scenes stuff we will just never
know. A special thanks to Carol, Ken, Peggy, Chris Kunz and all the support, family and
friends who helped make this ride possible, it is with your support that the California
Posse can grow into the Motorcycle Club it is today.
Fuck am I done yet?