Judy, my dad and Mikko. 

Pikko Mikko. 

Nice view.

Mikko. 

Me, my dad and Mikko. 

Judy, Daddyo and Mikko. 

My dad and my little brother, Mikko. 

My dad, Judy and Mikko at Mammoth. 

My cousin Lucia, my grandma Milagros, my aunt Beli, my cousin Diego, me and my uncle Alan at Cheebo's in Hollywood. Pretty cool place.

Night shot of the Hollywood area.

Me, Ben, James, Janelle, Nigel and Christine at J.J.'s.

Darin, Blair, Tahndi, Jonathan and Chris.

It's hard out there for a pimp.

Ben, Alex, Blair, Lindsey and Jeff at J.J.'s Steakhouse for Flora's birthday. 

Lesson learned #3,759,812: Don't enter a mosh pit with Reese's Peanut Butter Cups in your shirt pocket.
Also learned today, lesson #3,759,813: Don't wear beige suede shoes to a punk concert.

Greg Graffin.  

Greg Hetson looking surprised about something.

I want to be Greg Graffin. 

Ahh, the benefits of being tall. 

And after the racing... Bad Religion! 

Another one of those GT-esque Daytona prototypes. 

A nice little hairpin. 

Daytona prototypes, apparently.  

Enticing as it may sound, sucking a warm shot out of a plastic bag is not really all that pleasant. 

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The end is near.