Yesterday was the day of 75,657,494 hours in the car. Dudes, it was serious business. Amanda Rae & I were super pumped to have Andrea (aka Andrw) from Vans Mexico along for this trip. The poor girl had travel hell, too. Ah! US customs even took her toothbrush. Everything was all good to go when I finally got her packed safely (or unsafe depending on how you rate my driving habits) into my car. We headed to the Vans office to pick up Miss Rae & got on the road.
After a few hours of car dancing and screaming profanities out the car window into the wind, we hit Palm Springs. We had about an hour to get to the wristband check-in before it closed. Hilarity had already ensued. Our friend Colin Moore had been in town for exactly one hour before almost being arrested. Why? For riding his bike and looking like Brooklyn. Don't do it! Get a haircut, kids. And for godsakes don't ride a bike.
One more funny thing. The first group of people that we ran into at Coachella was amazing. Literally, the first person I saw when we got out of the car was a kid that I met on a plane heading to a Wiz Khalifa show last year (he makes custom Vans for Wiz) -- Anthony, Pheo, Afta-1, C.Green, these guys have an artist tent in the campground. We're def heading to see what they're working on out there.
Yeah! Here's our dream. Vans Coachella House.