Van life is so sweet. For weeks I have been following whatever whim happens to strike me, zigzagging up and down the coast of California in the pursuit of adventure, new friends, and quality time with the folks I hold near and dear to my heart. I’ve had the unique advantage of time – total unadulterated, unobligated, unplanned time, to decide what the hell to do with my life.
When you have no obligations, what exactly does drive you to get up in the morning, gulp down that savory cup of joe, and head out into the great big world? Over the past few weeks this answer has become crystal clear – bikes. I’ve packed up and driven hours out of my way to seek out a trailhead, I’ve stayed a week longer in an area just to catch a rad group of riders on a weekend get-together, I’ve eagerly geared up to ride in an effort to release the emotional turmoil of losing a loved one, an
