To us it's not just a great song from The Mamas & The Papas, it's September in Southern California, and more specifically, Surf Rider Beach, Malibu. A place where the wall from the historic Adamson house meets the sand. A place where men, women, children and clinically insane come to enjoys the fruits of summer south swells.
Zye Norris, Sierra Lerback, West Adler and I were able to link up with photographer Harry Mark for a day of waves, laughter and genuine good times. The results are as follows!
Photography - Harry Mark
Text and additional photos - Matt Cuddihy
Heralding from a thirty-year lineage, this 1998 CB400SF was rescued in Java and reborn with a single purpose: to become a proper weekly rider. Lifted in stance and sharpened in spirit, the Viridis Viator, the Green Traveller, lives for clean lines, quiet power, and the long way inland.
The ambition for this Kawasaki W800 was simple: dial down the stock noise, while creating something that was subtly custom, runs clean, while building something that wouldn’t look wildly out of place doing the sacred scoot down to Bondi for an overpriced long black.
This year’s playground was Pantai Kelecung, raw, remote, and still clinging to the Bali of old. Coconut palms, undulating black sand beach, riverbanks, and open fields formed our trackside theatre. This wasn't a doddle, this was a test of dirt and devotion.