California dream, the American dream exists!!, the Mamas & the Papas already said it back in the day. Everything you could dream of, in the westernmost state of the USA, comes true or at least it seems so. Perfect skateparks, waves like zippers, powerful cars, bikes cheerfully modified without the inquisition of a Spanish ITV [vehicle inspection], beautiful and athletic women, BBQs, hamburgers, sun, heat, palm trees, etc… Everything looks very pretty and in fact it is, until you cross the threshold of its facade and land in reality with Harley bikers with fringes and fuel-injected engines, days and weeks of "flat spells" without waves, surgically enhanced women, high-calorie and unhealthy food, no sun or heat in case of reaching San Francisco, with a climate closer to that of Finisterre than to that of Malibu. Everything has its counterpoint, but that doesn't take away from it being a place of admiration, both for the different sports we owe them and their fast-combustion culture, with high-displacement engines and a beautiful, repeated V-shape. We didn't have the opportunity to delight ourselves with the number of good bike builders that exist in that area nor the world-famous waves with the exception of Malibu (10+), but we were able to enjoy good landscapes in deserts and natural parks worthy of any good western, as well as characters in said places in the purest "redneck" style. A great find was discovering the Cretins Mc, a motorcycle club, "A club of misfits of the motorcycle world." We were coincidentally able to gain access and visit the workshop of one of its members. After more than 3000 miles and 3 states traveled, here we leave you a few photographs that illustrate our personal California dream.
