Begin at the beginning...
It all started with an idea. One of those ideas that you think, "yeah, sure, that could be rad" and that's about it. An idea, a maybe-some-day-we-should. But that's the thing with ideas. Sometimes they can misbehave and get away from you. You find the idea in the strangest places; on your commute to work, or while you're doing the laundry or grocery shopping. Then this pesky idea starts to affect your conversations and before you know it, this dreamy little idea, conceived over a few pints of beer has put on her big girl pants and becomes a real big idea to grapple with. No longer a muse, this has become a chosen reality. This is about the best way I can describe the forming of My Trail 90 Crew.
Why am I telling you this? Because this is the story of us. We're a motley crew of ragtag mechanics, travelers, and psycho-spiritual rejuvenation evangelists. It's said that you can't choose your family but we are so blessed to say that this is not our case. We're a funky little family that began as neighbors- strangers, really, living on the same street. Adam and I were newly weds and a bit apprehensive to be living in this particular 'hood. Bobby was this shirtless, shoe less curiosity living across the street. And Tyler? Well we were convinced, due to his pristine Mercedes, that he was a true blue drug dealer (we later discovered that he is tragically responsible with his bills, thus scoring him an epic ride). Feinn was a blessed addition a little further in to this adventure. We all got to know one another and over the years have come to discover and cherish the crazy stories we accumulate together. Through ups and downs, we all kept looking around and realized that the people always standing by us, always encouraging us was, well, us. And now this family of ours has come up with one whopper of an idea.
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| Mr. Tyler |
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| The Lovely Feinn and Bobby |
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| Adam and Kristen |
