We’ve neglected this space for far too long. Can’t believe it’s been almost two years since this Mexico run for Nick’s bachelor party. Beers and barrels and liquid bowel movements, you know the routine. Getting the crew together is harder and harder these days, making this outing a memorable one. Here’s Part I of the photos. Movie clip and a second photo segment currently cooking in the oven. Click the pics for full size.
Suicide visions. Louie gave Joe the nickname Suicide years ago at this very same spot for his long midday sessions under the blazing sun and casual walks back to our casita across the fiery black sands.
Nick Statom booked a short vacay in Cabo last year for a wedding and sent through this photo set from a few sessions spent in the salt amongst the shorebreak that abounds throughout that fingertip of dry, deserty coastline. There was a twinge of Pit mag nostalgia that crept over us as the empty barrel shots kickstarted our youthful memories. We found evidence of the epic Eddie Solomon (RIP) cover issue which still holds up today even in the Clark Little era. Somehow Cameron Steele’s Cabo infused poo canon has been erased from the internets altogether but lives eternally in our then-impressionable teenage minds. You can almost feel the dry heat, smell the tequilla, and envision the crystal blue waters in the pics below.
As you may have noticed, we’ve been a bit distracted round these parts for the past year plus. We even forgot about this siiick little minimag that Adam T. sliced together in between recovering from the last Holiday Hangover and making wedding plans. And it actually has enough pixels to dust the cobwebs off that old desktop machine to have a proper gander. Anyway have a look and maybe it will inspire enough to throw down some more 10 page amps in the future. In the meantime, check our Instagram and Facebook where we’ve made an honest living doing a little archive therapy.
Another year, another hangover. With Murdock in Hawaii, Willie on San Clemente Island, and Louie and Brett on injured reserve, the crew is getting harder and harder to assemble. Throw in various baby duty obligations and all we could muster this year was a mini hangover. This was thanks in part to Delmore’s seaside pouring session. And that one night at Bill’s Place with Wilbur. But otherwise it was mellow vibes and good times logging miles along the coast and dusting off the old handycam to grab a few clips. Here’s a few highlights from this year’s stint in the 805.