The 20th version of the biggest bike lover-aggregating affair on the big spinning vehicle called Earth—the Monterey County born-and-bred
Sea Otter Classic—is not the spot to pursue inspired food. But it is a place to peep a supremely pimpy fat-tire Specialized bikes like this with a cherry barbecue trailer. Hot damn.
Or a dude wearing riding spandex designeed to look like jean cut-offs. Damn, man.
Not that there isn't good flavor, though it is limited. This calamari and fries (easy on the fries for the same $8) was up to the Sea Harvest namesake, and one of a minority of local spots.
This dude was local too, and seemingly loco for serving biscuits and gravy from a ghetto-fabulous little propane camping oven. After cross-examination, though, it makes sense. His main game is root beer floats and ice cream cones, and since he is required to get there in the early AM to secure his spot, he needed something to sling while he waited for the heat to push the peeps his dessert directions. Getting warmer.
The festival continues through Sunday, and is worth seeing for much more beyond the small sampler platter pictured above—there's the sky-scratching gainer stunts by BMXers on huge ramps, downhill madness slaloms at speed a la Mach Severa,l and Sierra Nevada beer wagons—plus studs like Rebecca Rusch (above) riding with mortals/civilians like us, despite her world class chops as a 24-hour mountain bike racer and adventurer mama not to f*** with.
The 20th version of the biggest bike lover-aggregating affair on the big spinning vehicle called Earth—the Monterey County born-and-bred Sea Otter Classic—is not the spot to pursue inspired food. But it is a place to peep a supremely pimpy fat-tire Specialized bikes like this with a cherry barbecue trailer. Hot damn.
Or a dude wearing riding spandex designeed to look like jean cut-offs. Damn, man.
Not that there isn't good flavor, though it is limited. This calamari and fries (easy on the fries for the same $8) was up to the Sea Harvest namesake, and one of a minority of local spots.
This dude was local too, and seemingly loco for serving biscuits and gravy from a ghetto-fabulous little propane camping oven. After cross-examination, though, it makes sense. His main game is root beer floats and ice cream cones, and since he is required to get there in the early AM to secure his spot, he needed something to sling while he waited for the heat to push the peeps his dessert directions. Getting warmer.
The festival continues through Sunday, and is worth seeing for much more beyond the small sampler platter pictured above—there's the sky-scratching gainer stunts by BMXers on huge ramps, downhill madness slaloms at speed a la Mach Severa,l and Sierra Nevada beer wagons—plus studs like Rebecca Rusch (above) riding with mortals/civilians like us, despite her world class chops as a 24-hour mountain bike racer and adventurer mama not to f*** with.
