So you think we’re soft? OK, this word has been stuck in my head since Calvin’s Party. Jason would keep using this word every fucking second, and it got annoying. When you can’t beat em, join em. I hope it gets the fuck out of my head soon cause I ain’t no cup cake!

After riding to SC, we wanted more so Steezy and I planned a long ride to SF. Both of us don’t bitch so we don’t give fuck where we end up as long we’re riding.
Saratoga > Foothill Expressway > Woodside > Kings Mountain > 35 > SF.
Total miles was about 100 Miles Ride.

It looks just another ride right? No.

This is Barry and I late night session with our drift car, back in 2003 we were here every single night for at least 2 years. Barry missed many school days and I missed many meetings in the morning at work. This was one of the first hills that Alex Battleversion showed me to drift in third gear back in 2002. Time flies. This hills is dope, lots of schikanes.

Taking this route took us 2.5 hours to SF but if you’re a drifter, biker or just speed freak make sure to check out this place. Do it at night when there’s no biker, usually around 1AM.

If you thought we lag on our last ride, this time we really lag. We didn’t start our ride until noon. Before leaving, Steezy has been bitching all week about his flat spot rollers so we change our rollers to some new ones. And check out his homemade variatol tools. $6 bucks! No Drilling. No Cutting. Nothing. Those guys over at TR’s are retards, telling people to cut here, to drill here, to do that here. Retards.

Can’t start a ride without stopping for some gas. Only soft nukkas keeps their middle stand.

We first hit Foothill Expressway which is a very long straight road. It was a nice weather and perfect to go riding.

We kinda got lost and took us to some crazy road but we have magie.

Something strange with my shit so we had to stop but I’m still not exactly sure whats wrong with my shit. Sound like I need to change my clutch. We stop in the bottom of Woodside just to check it out but we kept on riding. No soft bitches here. If it runs, keep on going.

We got lost again and found this old shed. Creepy old shed, you can rape someone in there and not get notice. Not that I recommend doing that. But you can.

Here’s a few fotos that I shot while riding.

Retards.

Going up hill sucks. We usually ride on the side since getting hit is not an option.

When we hit Pacifica (hwy 35) it got really cold. I mean freezing cold! That’s not smog, its fog.

This is how you know when you’re in SF.

Our first stop was the Fatlace Store. And they had a labor day sales.

The boys and girl was chillin.

I love parking our shit between cars. One of this day it’s going to get knock down.

Make sure you guys check out the bench. No funks on this bench.

Next stop was H&M to cop some jeans. I can’t afford those Edwin jeans that Fatlace is selling. I’m already broke as it is driving a scooter. After H&M we head out to HUF SF.

Once again I love parking this thing. Shits so easy.

Next stop was Stussy and True. Nothing got me interested in buying any of the shit in there. I think I’ve grown a bit mature because it’s getting harder, and harder for me to like any of the streetwear crap nowadays. I stood there for 5 minutes looking at everything and nothing caught my eyes…

Ok this time we actually park at the motorcycle spot.

We came back to Fatlace after all the ‘window’ shopping. We’re broke. Mark Arcenal was around chillin and look what we found… OLDSCHOOL! Don’t try calling that #. That was prolly 10 years ago and Mark knows what’s up. DUMP AND HELLA FLUSH and that was 10 YEARS AGO!

HUF x NIKE?

After running around SF, it was finally time to go home but taking an easy route home. Nice and long stretch at El Camino Real but it got boring quick.

We finally made it in San Jose and I saw this huge fucking mushroom smoke up in the mountain. When I saw the news there was this huge fucking fire up in the hills around Livermore where we supposed to ride but we bailed on those Scooter Assassin guys.

Knowing its labor day so there’s gotta be some kind of BBQ. Beezy and Party Peter was cup caking at Beezy’s house so we stop by for some Korean BBQ. Why is it called Korean BBQ? Is it made in Korea? or did Korean made this shit first? Why? Barry was working on his shit and it’s finally running after half a year. He even got some a lip now. Homeboy is BALLLINNNNN!

Barry’s garage Certified ASE is back!

I know I took long enough posting this. I’ve mad busy. My next 5 weeks is going to be hell.

9/15 - Nopi ATL
9/22 - Seattle
9/29 - NightShift Demo at SF
10/06 - Nighshift Demo at Vegas
10/13 - Nighshift Demo at Phoenix.

To make it worse, I’ve taken a new position at work plus side gigs!

But I’ll make sure to take some fotos for you dorks that reads this. If you read this shit, comment!

People that are so indecisive fucks up everyone’s time and plan. And I fucking hate that.

We were supposed to be at San Luis Reservoir to Jet Ski but since we took too damn long to make the decision we lost it. My brother even came down from SAC thinking we were Jet Skiing. My last minute plan with Steezy was to drive to Santa Cruz hitting the back roads with our Ruckus. Yes we are nuts and it took us less than 2 hours driving through the beautiful back road of Hwy 9 and old Santa Cruz Road. I have driven this road a few times with my old race car but never with a bike and if you ride your Rucks through here, you are either a crazy mofo, an idiot, or just love riding your rucks.

You guys should once drive this road with a bike, ruckus, or car. It’s really amazing and away from all the city life.

We started the ride at Steezy’s house. Our plan was to leave at 6:30am but since we’re filipino time, we started our ride at 8:30. Always fashionably late.

We can’t go riding without Magie, oh just incase I haven’t introduce you to my Navi, her name is Magie. Actually Steve LA Hardakus name her.

Obligatory self shot while riding!

Here we are at the 4 corner stop at the top of HWY 9.

Here we are again on top of Boulder Creek and a few random shot to some town that we passed by.

Breaking down sucks and no, we don’t break down. Only GY6 Ruckus and Vespa breaks down. LOL All love Stevy!

I didn’t actually break down but my license plate was hitting my tires so I had to stop and fix it.

DRIFT YA LATER DUDE!

While we were fixing my shit, I called Janice to get everyone ready to head down to Sea Cliff. If I see two Ruckus parking at a spot that has barely any parking, I would get down and throw that shit in the water. But hey! We paid to park.

There’s something I love about the beach but I hate the beach. It’s hot, It’s sandy, It’s cold, It’s annoying.

The fams finally arrived along with Party Peter and his gay brother Kevin.

We hate each other.

The troublemakers. My niece and my daughter.

J forgot my trunks so I had to buy one at the liquor store. They didn’t have many options and I was left with American trunks or Speedo Trunks. And I’m Asian to let’s stick to the hangloose.

There was a perfect 10 couple at the beach. At first I thought the black guy was rescuing a whale off the shore. Hey hey hey! Fat girls needs loving too!

Jordan. Messing. With. The. Sand. Yeah. he was.

Jarod - This is the cutest kid here. And the ugliest Dad. Don’t hate.

It was getting late and we didn’t want to hit the dark going back home. Going up hill with the Ruckus f’n sucks. We have to drive on the side of the road since we’re going so slow.

Getting gas before hitting the HWY. $4.05 with both Ruckus full tank and 100MPG to go.

Almost home! We hit this one town and it was crazy f’n hot. I am talking about 100+ and it was only that town. Jesus hates that town because a mile away it was nice and cold. Unless Satan lives there because my skin was burning.

We stop a few times just for sight seeing. Just looking through the beautiful scenery that we city peeps hardly see but it’s only a few miles away from our town. We get caught up in our corporate jobs.

and I leave you guys with shitty attempt video. Tomorrow is another ride and another Ruckus.

Just incase the vid doesn’t work, DL IT here.

I remember going to sleep at 2am and there was a few peeps that stayed up all night. Some motherfucker was making some crowing sound all night. WTF! COCKADOLO MOTHERFUCKER.

Everyone was tired as fuck and could barely get up. I was up and awake and ready for the motherfucking lake! We drove at this back road that had dope schikane, shit was lovely. I was bombing with the truck and towing the Jet Ski in the same time.

Ed and Bryan drove their bikes to the lake and they were having a blast riding that shit through the mountain. I should have rode my ruckus.

Alright, Barry has the rest of the fotos at the lake since I was too lazy to bring my camera. We rented a huge boat, a baller boat, brand new boat. They were so anal about the boat since it was brand new.

Jay L and I got stuck at some seaweed area with the Jet Ski. I found out that you can’t get near to the seaweed since they get stuck inside the grate. Our shit didn’t want to go anywhere and it was overheating. I thought our days was over but lucky Jay could read and told me to check out the grate. I took all the shit out and it ran again!

We had a blast at the lake, it was redunculous.

We finally went back to the house and got ready for the night. Mister Henry Motorsport Dynamics was in the house! And look at Bryan how red he is.

Hi my name is JAYYYRR AND IM A BUTT PIRATE YARRRRRR. I hope he gets a pink eye for wearing that shit.

Barry gave the black dude a 100 bucks and homeboy busted out a pen to see if it was fake.  And Andy was probably one of the funniest dude in that room. A white dude and funny, those things do not go together but I doubt he’s white. I think he’s filipino inside.

The night was crazy and we have tons of pics and vids but we can’t show you that anymore. It was definitely nice to kick it with friends but it was even better hanging out with new people and making friends.

There’s a few people that’s missing on this pic. Some of em left early.

From Left to right.
Stephen, Dan, Edmund (white shirts), Me, Calvin in front, Barry with the hat, Bryan on top of Barry, June next to Bryan, Jay Lapid, Jay Pizo, Chief Nate, Jayson, Mark and Alex.

This was a surprised party that Jay L. put together for Calvin Wan and it was a success.

ps. If someone is getting married, it’s “THEIR” bachelor party. Don’t be paying for your own massage, you fruitcakes.

Calvin Wan…cribs phuckdrifting.com style!

Where do I start. On Friday I went to hit up SF to talk to some peeps regarding some new gig that Mark Fatlace hook me up and after I tried to pass by at Timbuk2 which they are releasing a new bag that Benny Gold design but it was still closed and they were still preparing. You can check out the fotos from HUF SF blog here.

SF always has some interesting shit and while I was walking around Hayes Valley I almost stepped on a dead rat on the middle of a sidewalk.

I was so overwhelmed with my whole week with work, picking up the Jet Ski, and whole another shit of things so I lag and made everyone wait. Fuck em. Before leaving I had to help out Jay Pizo pick up goodies from Dunlop Tires.

Picked up Steezy and Bezzy, it was finally time to head out. Jay P. had to stay behind for some con call with his work. Or maybe his girl was still home and can’t leave yet. CHECK!

Ruckus. Check

Jet Ski. Check

Cell Phone. Check
Radar. Check
Navi. Check

On the way to Napa, we hit traffic and i saw this fat fuck’s ad on the billboard. We should all move to Canada. Canada is soooo fucking wonderful.

We finally arrived at the house and Jay L our host of the weekend and Calvin the bachelor was already there all excited telling us how phat the house is. Its like MTV CRIB YO!

We rented a 5 bedroom house that has EVERYTHING you need. Its like someone was living there and just left for a couple of days for us to move in for 3 days.

There’s a pool in the back. The pool was warm, about 70+ degree.

18 hole golf course in our backyard. I was about to bust out a Tiger Wood AZN style but no one wanted some.

There’s about 5 bedroom with full beds in the house. So having like 10+ people is comfortable. Even with 20 hookers it would still be comfortable. Here’s Stephen all excited jumping around the bed.

Jay’s homie was already there. Master Chief Nate our chief for the weekend. Dude wakes up hella early to cook everyone food. I’m not talking about typical food but some good shit. Homeboy was cooking some SINIGANG! (Green), June Bug aka “I’m in love with the stripper” (white), and Cupcake aka Jayson (White Hat).

Note that the surrounding are all old farts retired mofos living next to a golf course so fucking around with the Ruckus outside the house and making all that noise wasn’t a good idea. We got a phone call giving us a warning that if we partied, they will call the cheriff, i mean sheriff.

Then Jay Pizo finally arrives and he takes a shit on the bidet. Motherfucker you wash your ass there, not take a shit. Ohhh you were asking how, what,when… Don’t ask me question!

The party wasn’t supposed to start until Saturday so we set up the projector and played some WII, bumpin hyphy music.

Everyone was snappin fotos, playing wii, getting drunk and high like a motherfuckers.

Nate and Jason posing for the cam while playing some wii.

Having 15 guys in the house, no internet, beers so Jay Pizo came up with an idea to get another stripper for Calvin. Homeboy was the one that hook everyone up and paid for the bezzy. But I wasn’t that excited, strippers is just another cunt stripping. Waste of money and yes I’m gay.

We went to a local grocery store and asked Charles Mark to change all our money into dollars. We even ask him to come to the party but I think he thinks we’re gay.

Here’s Jay practicing how to make it rain on dem hoes!

We played a little game called Cell Phone Shots. If your celly rings, you have to take a shot and it was a disaster. LOL

Here are the guys getting ready for the hookers, i mean strippers. Look at Jay L.’s face. HAHAHA

Funny thing is that when the stripper came the girl that we ordered for tomorrow was with her. So China was just chillin with the boys and there was a lot of ‘cupcaking’ in the house as Jason would say.

Actually the only one that was cup caking was Master chief Nate and Jason. LOL Here’s them with ‘China’. Homegirl was cool or she was just cup caking people that when its her turn to be a whore will throw some monies.

There’s one thing that It’s getting old. Bachelor and strippers. I don’t know, its the same ‘ol shit and we were already having a blast before the cuntly ugly face bitch came. I don’t know, I just don’t get that excited about strippers anymore. (The ugly stripper is not on the pics and you don’t want to see the pics.) Also the funny thing was, we didn’t really want to spend money on the ugly stripper we just wanted her to do some stupid shit. Like stick a bat inside her *****. ok not really but since we were being cheap they were doing some stripper math. There was 12 of us and in order for her panties to come off it was another $100 bucks. We don’t want to see your roast beef bitch.

Homegirl was like “its only $6 dollar each person”. So we gave in and pitch in $6 bucks each and bitch complain that it was short. You said 6 bucks each bitch, well I don’t blame her.

Ill post pics of our Saturday tomorrow since this is getting too long and I have to get some work done. And Barry is uploading a few vids. And just to let all you know, our saturday is madness.