Late each June, a very special group of dirtbags come together to drive barely reliable cars up and over some mountains to a place that pretends to be somewhere else. And why do these dirtbags make this annual migration? No one knows for sure. Some say it's an opportunity for these poor souls to come together and commiserate about the frustrating designs of their foreign automobiles. Others use this event as a opportunity to show how they have been spending Mommy and Daddy's money on chip tunez and hell-uv-bro-tintz. Some even speculate that its just a chance to BRO DOWN! For whatever reason, my friends and I have been participating in the annual Leavenworth Drive for a bunch of years now and we will continue to do so. It's a chance to see and drive some cool cars in some beautiful places. We camp in secret camp spots. We drik beers. We eat wieners. We discus deep thoughts like FUPA CHEESE. We pretty much just fuck off for a weekend. It's rad. If you are one of the chosen few, you know. If not, I wouldn't expect you to really get it. These photos don't tell the story, but they give a little taste of what it's about.
