Los Angeles

I arrive in LA after a a long morning involving getting all my gear from the boat to my bike… on the other side of the marina. I sweet talk a woman into letting me borrow one from the yacht club and then persuade a couple of ladies to return it for me on the way back.

The ride down from Santa Barbara was pretty boring, only a few hours but the Pacific Coast Highway was closed so I had to take the freeway. Riding along at a steady speed in four lanes of traffic in a jacket in 27 degree weather gets boring pretty quickly.

I arrive at what I can only describe as a guarded roadblock at the entrance to Ashley’s gated community. After 30 seconds of muffled shouting through my helmet (I’m sure the accent barrier didn’t help, Americans are super lazy and only listen in an American accent) the guard worked out my name wasn’t Mary and let me in. the ten minute uphill cruise was beautiful, was more fun than the highway and only a select few get to ride these twisties.

I pull into a vast driveway with a luxury home at the end and stroll over to the front door. Im greeted by a barking dog named Boss, he instantly takes a liking to me and rolls over to play. Ashley closely follows, in a sling from breaking her arm a few days before

Fixing stuff at Ash's.

Fixing stuff at Ash's.

The next day we shot for Ashley's company 'Seiba' and a friend of her's swimwear line. 

A shot of Ashley Olah.

A shot of Ashley Olah.

Shot of Ashley Anderson.

Shot of Ashley Anderson.

Ashley Olah.

Ashley Olah.