Stremnaya Road is apparently located in Bolivia, and nicknamed the Road of Death. I haven’t verified this.
“You guys go on ahead. I’m gonna walk. I need the exercise anyway.”



Stremnaya Road is apparently located in Bolivia, and nicknamed the Road of Death. I haven’t verified this.
“You guys go on ahead. I’m gonna walk. I need the exercise anyway.”







Getting our pimpage on at a ’70s themed holiday party for a buddy’s company. It was outta sight, including a live funk band, plenty of afros, and not nearly enough brown polyester. Far out.
Given the theme, there were a few attire approaches in consideration. I suppose we could’ve dressed up as KISS, but there wasn’t enough time for make-up. Another option would be to track down some blue Vans, cut-off Levi 501s, and a faded “Go Climb a Rock” t-shirt. As it turned out, all we really needed to do was raid the Regal Beagle section of Naylor’s existing wardrobe. We were good to boogie in a big way. Rolling hard in the mauve taupe.
I must say that those vintage leisure suits had something going on. They’re much more comfortable than they look, and the multi-layered configuration is particularly suited for our L.A. winter weather. I’m thinking about hitting eBay and getting one in every color. Maybe even pick up a fondue maker too.
For permanent record, a small batch of admittedly lame pictures of some brothers beering up before getting their Dirt on.