Pop Up Shop! July 2nd 1pm-6pm June 21 2017, 0 CommentsWe are celebrating our 5th year anniversary with a Pop-Up Shop at our location in Leucadia July 2nd, 1pm-6pm. Local artisans and vendors will be featured. We hope you will come out and join us!
If you are interested in vending at the event email me through the website.
Father's Day Sale all week until June 18th! June 09 2017, 0 Comments
Enjoy 20% off the entire store for your Father's Day needs! Use Code: pappy
Use Code: pappy
Culture Brew and Seaweed and Gravel Create A New Beer May 24 2017, 0 Comments
Seaweed and Gravel and Culture Collaborate on a new beer feature at Culture Brew called the SEAWATER MELON IPA. We took their very tasty Mosaic IPA and added fresh watermelon to create a whole new refreshing spring flavor that you will love. The debut of this beer is this Friday, May 26th 5pm-9pm at Culture Brew in Solana Beach! There will be delicious food by Moonage Food Truck and a pop up of Seaweed and Gravel goods as well. See you Friday!
Stranded On Land Leucadia Feature May 24 2017, 0 Comments
Stranded On Land
Supply & Denim May 24 2017, 0 Comments
Feature from Supplyanddenim.com by Anthony Scott
"Owning and operating a business such as Seaweed and Gravel I would say it would be impossible not to have a love for denim and vintage pieces. Seaweed and Gravel is a retail shop in Leucadia, California with vintage and new apparel, vintage motorcycles, surfboards and bonsai trees. Which is just kind of the way I like it. Recently we've added some raw selvedge denim to our line and I wanted to make sure we created a product that could stand the test of time."
"The beauty of finding those vintage pieces and putting them through another lifespan is a testament to the quality and thought that went into their creation. Denim wears so well and lasts a lifetime if properly taken care of. I knew if I ever went into denim it would have to live up to those expectations that we have now fallen in love with from vintage denim. The Seaweed and Gravel denim I'm wearing is cut from the same cloth. - I wore them on my cross country motorcycle trip from San Diego to New York where they got thoroughly tested and worked in. (still haven’t washed them). The 70's Wrangler Sherpa Lined vest is one of those vintage finds that have a nostalgic value to me. It reminds me of how denim went perfect with how we grew up and rode motorcycles in the 70’s. So far I've added on another two years of wear. My Crawford denim plaid flannel shirt is somewhat new but I can already tell the craftsmanship and quality is going to give me many years of use. Even now we still like to get our hands dirty and denim is part of that lifestyle. Rather it be vintage motorcycles, bonsai, surfing we are working hard and restoring old good things, it helps us feel grounded."
photos: Anthony Scott
CB550 Custom Build by S&G builder Brady Young May 15 2017, 42 Comments
Our goal for this build was to create a simple, clean, minimalistic bike with an aggressive, low stance; pulling elements from both the cafe racer and brat style palettes, whilst preserving the classic lines that were buried in stock form. Once the form and stance of the bike was set, we moved forward with making it function.
The top end was rebuilt with new internals and tuned by a retired racer and mechanic of the time, making it a true one kick cold started. The client wanted a kick and electric start, so we called upon the guys at Antigravity Batteries. Their compact, powerful battery powers the new from scratch harness with an updated rec/reg combo. With this setup we were able to retain our goal of a clean and minimal design.
Night Ride Cafe Racer Style by JDN Photography May 03 2017, 0 Comments
all photos by JDN Photography
Ride! to the "In Your Neighborhood w/ Lou Niles" event in Oceanside April 10 2017, 0 CommentsSaturday, April 15th 12-8pm Meet at Seaweed and Gravel at 10:00 am and then
we ride out and end up back at the Pour House in Oceanside! Route TBD.
Thursday Hangs Portraits April 07 2017, 0 Comments
Pop Up Shop on Sunday April 2nd! March 15 2017, 0 Comments
Come out and enjoy the local vendors and artisans on April 2nd Seaweed and Gravel Spring Pop Up! Shop 11:00-3:00pm
Located in Leucadia: 1144 North Coast Highway 101, Encinitas, Ca. 92024
Be Kind Vibes
Heart Beat Groove
Sixx N Buns Wood
Teressa Lane Jewelry
Crawford Denim and Vintage
Ride! March 26th with Legacy Brewing! March 15 2017, 0 Comments
We are meeting at Seaweed and Gravel at 10:00am and riding out to Julian and back to Legacy Brewing in Oceanside!
Desert & Denim is now at Pioneer Town February 03 2017, 0 Comments
We will be debuting our new Denim Line at Desert and Denim in Yucca Valley, Ca February 24th and 25th. The second day will be open to the general public and will be able to purchase goods from vendors.
Bonsai Workshops ! January 26 2017, 0 Comments
Saturday, January 28th 12-3, February 11th 12-3, March 25th 12-3
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CB750 Street Tracker Build January 13 2017, 0 Comments
Jarred DeArmas delivers this amazing street tracker client build for Seaweed and Gravel. There a many fabricated little features that add up to a big bike.
photos Emily DeArmas
1973 Triumph T140 Custom Build by Brady Young January 01 2017, 1 Comment
The latest client build from the Seaweed and Gravel Garage by Brady Young
Good Luck Tour New Orleans to Nashville November 30 2016, 0 Comments
Waking up late in New Orleans after a very late night and Dave gone! I realize I better get on the road asap! I haul ass north towards Mississippi on the 55 towards Jackson. I had a feeling of panic, but also a free feeling, as this was the first time I was riding alone on this trip. I pushed the CB550 harder than ever on this day and the girl was holding up fine. It had no problem running the bike at 100 mph for hours. I passed a wreck on the other side of the highway with multiple emergency vehicles and it gave me a reminder to settle down and get there in one piece. I pulled off alongside of the road to check the oil and chain slack and Dave came pulling up behind me smiling. He had heard me scream by at a rest stop.
We continued on, looking for gas and supplies were hard to come by in this part of the state. Our friends in New Orleans recommended the Natchez Trace Parkway all the way to Nashville because it was a byway with no trucks , just unlimited trees and scenery. Jackson was quick and then we hit the Natchez Trace. It was everything we heard it was. There was a nice lake along side of it as well. What we didn't really realize was that it was getting late and sun was setting. So we turned around and went to a campground at Goshen Springs, next to Tommy's Trading Post where we met some really nice people.
We did the normal drive around looking for a camp spot. Dave's electrical on his throttle assembly had failed a few days back so he had to jump start his bike each time. He was pushing his bike, jumped on and got tangled up with his pack and fell over. When that GL1000 goes over it's not pretty! I helped him up but no real damage just few scrapes. Mosquitos were out so we had to quickly adjust to camp life and get our shit set up get lathered in mosquito repellent and cook up our canned raviolis! We saw a giant spider crawling towards our camp gear! Uh oh! The neighbors were real friendly and this lady was on her phone telling her daughter in her thick backwoods accent, to come on down to the camp, "cause there were some real nice men here!"
The next morning we get an amazing basic breakfast at Tommy's Trading Post where these ladies serving food pretty much should've had cigarettes hanging out of their mouths. The road felt good on this day. The weather was perfect and we were excited to ge tot Nashville.
Here I am looking for my GoPro that fell out of my pocket somewhere? I thought I could get lucky and spot it along this stretch. Dave recorded the best conversation between two local boys at a gas stop. We couldn't understand one word of the accent but it sounded interesting. Unfortunately all the iPhone pics and video were lost by hurricane matthew.. but that is still to come.
We found this nice round about at a rest stop and did some laps to get some shots. It was pretty fun ripping around this loop.
From here we continued north along the Natchez Trace which is an ancient trail used by the native americans, settlers and later african americans fleeing the south. Miles and miles of trees with no intersections or trucks. As it started to turn into dusk we noticed deer popping out everywhere. The were alarmed by the sound of our bikes and would run off. As it got darker there were so many that it felt dangerous to be on the road anymore. Just then a detour popped up and forced us onto the regular highway. It was dark now so we decided to go as fast as possible to Nashville which was still another hour or so away. Digging deep we made into town and called up our buddy Jimmy from Moto Moda and he took care of us with food and lodging!
Good Luck Tour Louisiana November 23 2016, 0 Comments
From Austin we headed east again to Louisiana. To New Orleans is about 500 miles, so to many miles to do in one day without killing ourselves. We steered away from Houston and opted to stop in Lake Charles for the night with a nice rib dinner.
(above) This stop for gas we realized we were now in Louisiana and the topography did change quite a bit. The gas station had tubs of "tall boys" on ice next to the cash register, so it was a nice welcome.
Our accommodations in New Orleans! We were at a friends of my brothers in the Garden District. My chain had slacked out again just as we pulled into New Orleans, so I pull doff and tightened it again. Our gracious host proceeded to take us to Magazine Street where there were these beautiful restaurants and bars booming with life.
We toured through all of Bourbon Street and stopped at our hosts favorite bars (off the beaten path). Great food, great drinks and an energy that is unique to New Orleans.
After staying out all night and heading home I decided to go out for more! My hosts girlfriend was like hell ya let's go. Dave crashed out and we went and got some more drinks, since this city never sleeps! Dave woke up around 9:00 and saw that I was not moving for awhile so he decided to take off ahead of me up into Mississippi.
Good Luck Tour Austin, Texas November 23 2016, 0 Comments
Pretty wiped out from the ride the day before we sleep in before exploring Austin in the daylight. We cruised around downtown and then went to Revival Motorcycles and visited with them for a bit.
Reunion with the original CB550 "Black and Tan"
After getting some awesome mexican food, Dave needed a new battery a haircut and I needed smokes so we headed out. We found everything we needed in one spot in southwest part of town. Black Sheep Lodge took care of us for the afternoon with beers, lunch and good people.
Later we checked out our buddies band practice. Their band name is great, "Crocodile Tears".
Next Stop.. New Orleans
Good Luck Tour Heading to Texas November 23 2016, 0 Comments
After a rough night's sleep and hearing very large animals moving around in the shrubs we woke at the KOA and headed south to Texas. Weather was perfect and the ride was actually very pleasant heading down to Texas.
We hauled ass for about 300 miles and Dave's headlight was not working so when the sun set we stopped. We happened to be in a town near Littlefield, Texas. Once again we had trouble finding food. Texas does not have many options, it's pretty much McDonald's, Burger King and Sonic everywhere you go. I think we opted for McDonald's that night.
The next days ride would be long as it was 408 miles to Austin. It ws sunny and nice once again so we got an early start and we were very optimistic about Austin.
The streets in Abilene were all tore up and shrapnel everywhere. We stopped for gas and low and behold, my front tire was flat. I did the "fix it" aerosol and it worked to get us to a motorcycle shop. We found this harley chop shop in a rough part of town and the guy there didn't have time for me so I changed out the tube myself in the blazing sun. I also picked up a new headlight as my headlight was barely hanging on with electrical tape.
After the tire change we were starving and could not find anywhere to eat. We found Mary's, which ws closed so we went across the street to a ice cream shop and the lady made us some delicious sandwiches. Thankful for any kind of food we got on our way to Austin. We had burned about four hours with the tire issue so that meant more hauling ass and arriving late. We made it to Austin about 9:00 and we were greeted by our old friend Thomas who had purchased the original "Black and Tan" CB550 a few years ago. Thomas and his girlfriend take us out to a music show at an awesome spot with amazing bands and food.
Good Luck Tour Colorado Springs to New Mexico November 10 2016, 0 Comments
Leaving Colorado Springs was difficult for us. Not only did we find a new love for Colorado, but also our new friends at Lee Spirits Co. make sure we were sent out the night before. We plan our route like we did every morning, but today we had a list of 12 different highways that we needed to turn on to not head to the wrong Las Vegas.
We head out and the now familiar Colorado miles were business as usual. We did our best to soaking in as much of the twists that we could, we couldn’t be sure which one would be our last before heading into New Mexico and over to Texas.
After our first hundred miles or so we came across the 165. One of the best stretches of roads we’ve hit not the trip so far. There where countless miles of well kept pavement, no other vehicles, and some of the best sweepers the entire way. We stopped here and there at different spots just to get some last looks of some of the best from Colorado.
We take the 165 to Colorado City were there is a decision to be made. We could take the mountainous/scenic route the more direct route that would but us a good deal closer to our destination. Since we had a bit of a later start and signs of my headlight failing, we decide to go direct. Though it was only another 200 miles, they would prove to be by far the most challenging yet. As soon as we jump onto the 25 heading south, we realize just how much of a treat the 165 was. Just one last gift from Colorado before entering a terrain that could not be more different from what we had been so spoiled with.
It wasn’t that long ago we spent days in the cold, rain, and snow but the staleness of the endless straights and nothing around farther than the eye can see proved to be a mental strain that is manifests into physical pain. Spending all of our energy to stay focused and not allow our minds to wander. I was experiencing spouts of exhaustion and admittedly allowed my eyelids to blink slightly longer than i should have. With no protection from the wind around us a serious gust of wind hit us and nearly threw me off my bike. Though it was sketchy, it did give me much needed waking blow to end the battle of exhaustion.
Dave made the mistake of putting his can of Meat Lover's Stew next to the fire without venting the lid... you can guess what happened. While Dave walked off to the bathroom the can exploded and meat stew was all over everything!
Campground at Las Vegas, NM ... Dave lost all the pictures on his phone from Hurricane Matthew so the pics from this part of the trip are few.
As it gets closer to dusk we sort out a campground in Las Vegas, New Mexico. Absolutely no relation to Las Vegas, Nevada. We set up camp after a long and strenuous day of riding and do the best we could to prepare ourselves for the start of our time through Texas.
Good Luck Tour Pikes Peak October 24 2016, 0 Comments
I was particularly excited about today, today we are going to run up Pikes Peak, just outside of Colorado Springs. For me this was on the top of the list of must destinations for this trip. As a kid it was one of my favorite annual events with my dad to watch racers of all sorts race to the clouds at the legendary Pikes Peak Hill Climb.
We traveled the short distance passing the Garden of the Gods to the base. Turning on our GoPros, we prepare our selves for 13 mile, 156 turn, 5,000 ft climb to the +14,000 ft summit. We set off in an excited manner hitting the first couple turns as only to come to a stop behind a line of cars. Turns out we didn’t bother thinking about a park fee for America’s Mountain. After paying, we figured it was a good idea to slow ourselves down and go over the bikes. Which was a good thing, my chain has continuously been slacking out. I adjust the tension, top off with oil, and with our mind more prepared for the run ahead, we set off.
We got very lucky that there were few cars ahead of us. We could make our ascent at our own pace and only pulling off to open the gap again between cars. Which also gave us a chance to look around us and soak in the mountain.
It was quite the experience having nearly every corner feel so familiar. Having never ridden them before, but only seeing them from the many different TV screens throughout the years. I felt as if I was in some way a part of the hill climb, only at significantly lower speeds. Seeing the rubber on the pavement, I couldn’t help but to wonder how many of them were left by record runs.
Nearing the summit, we pass the tree line and the sky opens up, exposing just how high up we are. Temperatures drop and the elevation causing havoc on motors mixture, we keep pushing ourselves and bikes through unguarded ledges and increasingly tight corners.
We reach the peak and our bikes stall out and we nearly do as well as the 14,000ft air put a toll on us. Walking up to the view point we were greeted by a stumbling man yelling “Who takes a cab up Pikes Peak!? I’m drunk as f$@#!” We also found out later that elevation is a recipe for a quicker than usual buzz.
After checking the view we make our descent and find it just as fun as the climb. We head back into town for we have built up quite an appetite and looked forward to relaxing the rest of the day. We found having a day of nothing here and there is very important. If not, you miss out of reflecting on past journeys and days can easily merge forgetting the small experiences that make up the whole.
Later that night we meet up with Boulder Street Motorcycle Club, Cafe Motique, and Lee Spirits Co at Brooklyn’s on Boulder for some after hour cocktails and solid hangs. Good hangs with good people is one reason why we plan on making another trip out to Colorado Springs, Colorado. We call it a night and get ready for tomorrows start of the “lets get through it” part of the trip, our way south towards Austin, Texas.
Good Luck Tour Colorado October 20 2016, 0 Comments
The night before apparently we had gotten the last room in town so we felt pretty lucky to wake up rested in our not so awesome motel room in Cortez, Co. It had rained again the night before so it did put a little worry on us that we would have to get the rain gear out again. After checking the forecast it looked like we were going to be okay and the chance of rain was slim. We packed up and we were determined to make it across Colorado's width to Colorado Springs. My chain had stretched out a bit so I tightened it before departing today.
The first hundred miles of the day is always easy and today was particularly pleasant. We were making good time, the sun was out and the tempature was perfect. Just as we were approaching our first gas stop my bike started sputtering again. I thought it was the mechanical advance again and we pulled over to adjust it. As it turns out I was just low on gas. When the tank would get low there isn’t enough gravity to allow the correct flow. Daves GL1000’s tank is bigger than mine so I have to be concerned about fuel and keep an eye on my GPS odometer. I filled up and the sputtering stopped.
We had to make choice between the million dollar highway 550 pass or go through Pagosa Springs and up the 160. We opted for the160 because it would be faster. The other route would add another day and we had so many delays already we chose the faster route. We cruised through Durango and made our way to Pagosa Springs. There hadn’t been hardly any nice turns to ride so far so I was looking forward to doing some twistys. The road did not disappoint but my bike did not like the hill climb at all. Dave sped ahead and was nowhere to be found and the 550 was barely making up the grade. After making it up the steep grade the bike was fine and I caught up to Dave. We rolled through some great country in the middle of Colorado.
We stopped and had lunch at a random Mexican restaurant, which turned out to be very authentic and good. After the short rest we were pushing the miles once again. We were looking to do 400 miles on this day so we again opted for the most direct route instead of the curvy roads through Lake City to make it to Colorado Springs. The rain clouds were looming over the mountains and it seemed like we could hit rain at any moment. The flat route turned out to be dry but it wasn’t without difficulty. The wind was very strong and cold, plus the boredom of a flat straight road can let your mind wander, which can lead to mistakes. My bike again did not like the head wind and I had to pin it in a full tuck to keep speed.
At the last fill up for the day, in Buena Vista, we were both freezing, I bought some knit gloves to put on under my regular gloves which didn’t work at all. We hauled ass the rest of the way to Colorado Springs where we were to meet some friends from Boulder Street Motorcycle Club. As soon as we pulled into Colorado Springs the tempature went up about ten degrees which felt like a Jacuzzi after freezing most of the afternoon.
The guys from Boulder Street MC told us to go “this cool bar we know of” called Brooklyn’s on Boulder, so we headed there directly. A stiff drink sounded like the best thing ever after this day. When we arrive it is a tiny space with some really fancy ties and suits? What the hell is going on here? Then a small slider opens and a nice pair of eyes looks at us without saying anything, apparently judging our ragged demeanor. She says, “are you looking for a drink?” we nod without much said and she invites us in. This was the coolest speakeasy entrance ever. We ordered manhattans and were delighted on how good they were, as I brush the bugs off my jacket sleeves. We ask the waiter “what kind of whiskey is this?” He says, “we only do gin here my friends.” It was whiskey barreled aged gin by Lee Spirits and it was fantastic. Our buddies weren’t going to make it as they were getting ready for DGR ride in the morning so we got a pizza and a hotel. Whew that was long day.
Good Luck Tour Snow! October 18 2016, 0 Comments
We wake up rested and ready after a night of shenanigans and snow. The roads are looking somewhat dry and we head out to actually begin this motorcycle trip.
It was gorgeous out so we decided to hang for a bit and do some filming with the drone. Jacob Day had spent days with us to get some drone footage and he only had one clip so far. Here is the footage from Cedar Breaks, Utah
We said goodbye to our friends and Dave and I headed east to start doing some miles and get out of the cold and wetness. Originally we planned to go more north into Utah but we decided to change course and go south through Arizona just north of the Grand Canyon toward southern Colorado.
Hauling ass we see hunters everywhere which means deer, so we keep a sharp eye out all the time for moving objects coming on the road. The road along the north ridge of the Grand Canyon was smooth and open and warm. Bypassing Monument Valley we saved an hour or so and keep riding a few hours after dusk. I should mention dusk lasted a very long time that evening and the colors as we headed east were not of this world. I wanted to take some photos but we were so bent to make it to our destination there was no time to stop and get the cameras out. Only time to pee and go. We make it to Cortez, Co. about two hours after dark, just in time for a burger and a welcomed beer at the local tavern.
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