Cannon Beach, OR
Drifters is a beach equipment and bike rental business in St. Augustine Beach, Florida. We are a delivery based beach and bike rental service, making it simple and effortless for our clients to be ready to hit the beach or to take a bike ride into town. Drifters will have all your beach needs and bikes at your vacation spot ready and waiting for you and your family to enjoy.
At Drifters Beach and Bike Rentals, we give our clients a unique experience of St. Augustine Beach, Florida.
We offer shade tents, chairs, coolers, beach games, and kid's toys to ensure you have all of the essential beach equipment for your visit. We also offer a fleet of classic beach & retro styled town cruisers by Linus Bikes for you to cruise St. Augustine in style and comfort.
Whether you're looking to get your toes in the sand or go out on the town, we help our clients drift with comfort and ease.
Flying from St. Augustine Beach, Florida to Portland Oregon with a one way ticket was where it all started. Drifters needs a vehicle to handle all the deliveries for beach equipment and bike rentals, but not just any ole vehicle. Drifters needs something that has soul, character and a story that would represent what we are all about.
What better way to do that than to fly one way to the opposite side of the country and drift our way back from coast to coast.
Having amazing people as your friends make adventures like these much more memorable. Thank you to the Luce family for letting us take over your living room for the time we were there! You two are truly amazing! Thank you for being you!
The first morning in Portland I woke up early and headed to the hardware store to get the bare necessities to build out the back of the van before we hit the road. Parked out on the street and using some tools I borrowed from our friends, it was just enough to get the job done. I was able to knock it out right on time for happy hour and an amazing home cooked meal before we make our way to the coast. Now that the back is built out, we would be ready to hit the road first thing in the morning. Everything was off to a perfect start!
The morning we were ready to hit the road to the coast, we had a little bit of a problem. The dealer I purchased the van from replaced all the lines, but failed to tighten the line for the coolant to the radiator. As we made our way out, the engine started to smoke inside the cab, smelling of burnt coolant fluid. The entire coolant tank of 21 liters had leaked out. Before we even made it out of Portland, I found myself becoming very familiar with the engine. After a couple hours refilling and making sure everything was fine, we eventually made it back on the road west.
Hoping for the best, but being prepared for the worst, became a very real thing at that point.
With our spirits still high, we hit the road!
Sometimes that random stop at a liquor store off a side road for some beer and ice can lead you to exactly where you want to be.
With no real plan to stay at any specific camp or park, we needed to stop and grab a few things and figure out our first stop on the coast. The first spot we came across was a small liquor store with no store front sign. Just a florescent liquor store sign in the window saying open. Anxious to get to the water, we quickly grabbed some beer, ice, and whiskey for the night. As we were trying to figure out where we should set up for the night, the store own over heard us and made a suggestion that would put us exactly where we wanted to be.
He told us to continue down the road behind his store and it would lead us to what we were looking for. He assured us that we needed to just go down the road and take a look.
He was right...
As soon as I laid my eyes on the wild coast of Oregon I knew I had to spend as much time as possible to breath it all in. I wanted to spend months out there, which would not be possible. Feeling like we needed to try and keep some kind of a timeline to head south, southeast, we decided that maybe we should head further south to the California state line, but then again maybe another day in Oregon wouldn't hurt.
Still not able to fully convince ourselves that we should go south and slowly keep making our way back. The decision was about to be made for us. Our friends called us from back in Portland to see how everything was going and wondering where we might be at this point. We told them that it was hard to leave and we were still just a few hours from them. That was all they needed to hear to pack up and meet us just hours later for one more night together.
So, might as well stay a few more days...
There is something about moving from one amazing place to the next. It is a hard feeling to describe. You don't want to leave what you have just discovered or say good bye to the people you wish you could take with you. Then you realize you can't stall any longer and you have to keep moving. Feeling torn to say good your byes but still so anxious to move on to the next breathtaking view and random meeting of new friends that feel like long lost ones.
It just gets better and better with each turn of the wheel.
When you hit wine country just before sunset, you have to stop and make the most of it!
As we were making our way to San Fransisco, we started to drift into Napa Valley right as the sun was putting on a show, changing all the colors and making the shadows long as the sun dropped lower in this valley with some of the richest greens and some of the best wine this amazing planet has to offer. I turned and asked Aaron if he would be down to stop and check out the valley. Aaron turned and looked at me replying "I never drink wine but...whatever!". In other words, he's down!
It was a Sunday around 7pm and the likely hood of anything being open was slim to none. We jumped off the next exit with no set spot to find. As we drove around, we noticed everything appeared to be closed hours ago. No cars, no people and no one around to ask. We pulled into a random shop and a guy with his dog and a glass of wine came walking up asking "Whats that Big Blue Van thing anyway?". I gave him the short of it all and mentioned we were hoping to get to taste some wine and grab a few bottles.
He just happened to be the only guy out and the only guy we needed to see. He worked on a vineyard just up the hill and got us to meet with the owner for our own private tasting and all the views our eyes could drink in with no one else in site.
That random exit gave us exactly what we were looking for...
We had nothing to say to each other except for, "look around, and take it all in."
As soon as we arrived we knew we would want to stay longer. We explored Yosemite throughout the day: riding our bikes, swimming the rivers and scrambling up to get as many vantage points as possible. When it can time to hit the road, we met some new friends who were with a group of climbers scaling El Capitan. These extreme outdoorsmen, endearingly referred to as "dirtbags," are dedicated to a life in the wilderness. We ended up staying a little longer to hang out with them, support their group, and watch the sunset. As the sun dropped, the climbing group's headlamps shone onto the wall and it began to twinkle, matching the stars in the sky.
Almost getting sucked into the wonder of the valley, we realized we should hit the road. Our new friends did their best to keep us there with all the other wanderlust dirtbags in the valley, but we reluctantly walked toward our ride questioning if we should stay or if we should go. Just before we made it to the van, one person let out their loudest animal howl in the valley. So one by one, we all bellowed our loudest and proudest animal call. It was the best exit I've ever felt!
By the time we made it into Death Valley, it was already 109 degrees with heat index of 120+. We have no AC, little-to-no insulation in the floor to keep the motor's heat from getting into the cab, and the wind alone burned our eyes with every gust. So yeah, it was hot.
A couple of hours into the valley, I noticed the engine was running a little on the hot side. We pulled off to let it cool and I put in more coolant fluid, leaving the engine idle. After about 20 minutes of making sure everything was good, we got back on the road feeling confident. Thinking we might have dodged a bullet, we started talking about our next destination once we were almost out of Death Valley. By this time, the weather was at peak heat for the day and we were looking forward to nightfall. Yet, we still had quite a few hours before that. Just over 60 miles outside Las Vegas in the desert, on the outskirts of Death Valley, a sudden loud noise began clacking each time I pressed the accelerator. That noise, we came to learn, was the sound of our engine calling it quits. It was at this point we knew the next 18 hours were going to be interesting.
Heat waves emitted in every direction with the remaining hours of sunlight. With no one else around to help, it was time to get under the hood to try and see if there was anything I could fix to make it at least to Vegas. After taking everything out from under the hood and then putting it all back in, I realized there was nothing we could do. I would be needing to get a whole new motor.
Since we knew the truck wouldn't even limp out of the desert, we needed to get service and find a tow truck to get us out of there somehow. Able to have one bar of service, we made calls to line up a tow. Nothing seemed promising. The reality set in that it was going to be an all nighter with still no sign of getting help until the morning.
So, as with situations like these, you just have to make the best of it and roll on! That night, the stars came out to show us that we were far from alone. Even though we were trapped in the middle of Death Valley, I wouldn't have wanted to look at any other night sky than the one we sat under.
The next day we were able to make it out after multiple no-shows with tow companies. Later that day, we finally made it out and reluctantly headed to the one place we were trying to avoid: Vegas.
We were two dirty dudes with a dog checking into a Las Vegas casino hotel by the end of the day. Not what we had in mind. We went from being trapped in Death Valley's heat waves to sippin' margaritas in the roof top pool of a Las Vegas Casino Hotel.
Crazy what can happen in 24 hours!
Like I said, it’s crazy what can happen in 24 hours!
Not knowing exactly where we were going, and only knowing that the insurance company has arranged the tow driver to take us to the closest auto repair shop. We were dropped off right in the middle of two auto shops in the same parking lot. Still not knowing which shop we are going to, we get out of the tow truck, and as soon as we step out the truck a little greasy man carrying a clipboard approaches me. As I am trying to explain the situation, he seems more interested in telling us how great his shop is, and how terrible the other auto shop is. Not really knowing which shop the insurance company has sent us to, I’m a little confused as to why this guy is so set on selling me on his shop, and right as I’m thinking this, another man walks up that looks like a character from the “Guess Who” board game with thick framed glasses and large teeth. As the “Guess Who” guy walks up with a very similar clipboard, the little greasy man stops talking, and the man with the thick glasses and large teeth informs us that we are supposed to go to his shop. Not sure who to believe or trust, I'm not feeling very confident with either shop. I turn and see the tow truck driver is already pulling away.
I found myself standing in the middle of what felt like the biggest gambling bet I will ever have to make and I've only been in Vegas for 5 minutes. I ended up having to go with the "Guess Who" guy. When they took the van away, the reality of our situation started to set in. Now the three of us were left standing in the middle of a busy boiling hot parking lot with people and cars passing by with no vehicle, no place to stay, and no idea when we will be able to get back on the road.
Suddenly the tribulations of the desert didn't seem too bad.
It wasn't too long before I was given the news that I already knew but was hoping to not be true. I was going to need a whole new motor. Not only that, but it was going to take up to 10 days for them to get the parts in and complete the install. Refusing to let the house get us down with the cards we were dealt, we decided to make the best out of this unfortunate hand. So, we got ourselves a room at a Las Vegas Casino Hotel.
Now we are two dirty dudes and a dog checking into a Casino Hotel. Walking through the Casino floor we were surrounded by all the people and all the noise. Everything we were trying to stay away from, we were now right in the middle of it all. We needed to cool our bodies and clear our minds so the three of us headed up to the roof top pool for a couple drinks and some cool water.
Even though the sun was out in full force, we could still feel the dark clouds hanging over us from Death Valley claiming our van's engine, and the inevitable of what we will have to do.
Now knowing it was going to be 10 days before the van is ready, we couldn't allow ourselves to just sit and wait. Unfortunately this would mean that we would be losing our third amigo. Aaron would not be able to wait that long and would have to get a flight home the next morning, and I needed to find a way out of the desert for the next 10 days.
Funny how things play out. About 4 months prior we were in Puerto Rico where we met a couple that lives around the Denver, Colorado area. Looking at flights I found one that would take me to Denver and out of the desert. Not knowing if my new friends would even be able to meet up I was prepared to just fly out and wing it. I gave them a call asking them what they were doing that very next day, and as it turned out they were on the road headed northwest from Denver to get out for some adventures of their own. Accepting the fact that might not be an option, I asked if they had a key under the mat, and they quickly said "let me call you back!". Just a few minutes later they called back asking how early I could get in, and I replied "8:49am!". Not knowing they turned around deciding to save me from the clutches of Vegas, they just told me to get ready to see a lot of Colorado and pack for backpacking. It was perfect!
That next morning Zealand and I would lose our third amigo. It was a sad moment going from the solitude of the wilderness to parting ways in the madness of the Las Vegas airport. Aaron went east to go home as I continued west.
Just hours later I was standing at 12,000 plus feet elevation reflecting on how we had just been 282 feet below sea level. Standing in the saddle of these beautiful Colorado mountains knowing these feet were just in the sands of Death Valley, and are now in the snow of the Rocky's I couldn't help but to think of how it's crazy with what can happen in 24 hours!