Well, it started out like any other Saturday… We were going to ride a 300-horse power death trap Sea Doo from Los Angeles to Catalina Island, 27 miles away. The thing about the Southbay is there are no boat launch ramps near us, so to get small crafts in the water you have to use a crane to lower things in. Kate is the only one of us with a trailer hitch, so we traded the VW bus for her Jeep for the weekend.
We had everything a good crossing required: Music, Champagne, pirate wench dresses and our buddies following us in their boat. In traditional fashion, I was ripping the Sea-Doo full speed ahead at 65 mph (and before anyone says this is crazy, we successfully did it last year).
Like a real idiot, I hit a big ass wave going a little too fast, launching us off the beast of a death trap. After a few speed induced front flips, I hit the water and quickly surfaced laughing, only to find Cass crying.
Our buddies on the boat, circled back and we got Cass on their boat to inspect the damage. Looked like nothing at all. However, she kept saying her leg was broken, but we could not see any bruising and really wanted to get to the island so gave her a hard time about it, obviously.
“Cass, it’s just a sprain, suck it up, let’s keep going!” was said multiple times
We got X-rays and sure enough, I broke the poor girl's leg in two places :/ We spent the next 4 days checking into the hospital in the a.m. and hobbling out at night. Cass ended up getting a plate put in her poor little leg and now we are nursing her back to health.
If you want to send her get well soon wishes, or tell her how bad of a driver I am; her Instagram is Instagram is @yourgirlcassie
And yes, if the weather keeps being Southern California, and there are 6-8 weeks with no weight on her now reinforced leg, we are going to try it again.
So this whole weekend started off as a second date for Chip and a beautiful Brazilian. Chip’s cousin Philip was also in town, so the goal was to head to Big Sur, and camp on a deserted beach there to get some spear fishing done. We were pretty much packed up and ready to go when Google Maps informed us it was 369 miles away…..
Which in a normal car would only be a 7 hour road trip. The problem is none of the Rebel Coast VW’s, Jeep’s or Ural’s can go above 60 mph. Hahahha. So we loaded up the 1962 VW bus with surfboards, dive gear and some wine and headed to up the coast anyway. The goal was to find a cool campsite and then call our friends to meet us wherever. No joke, we pulled over at ever legal camping ground only to find them so crammed pack with little kids running around and people car-camping. We were over it. (Also ever campground was totally full).
A little north of Santa Barbara the three of us just started pulling over at ever highway beach turn-out, hoping the gates were unlocked. About 45 minutes into this we found it…. It was heaven. This little turn out lead straight down a cliff to the beach! We hiked down right as the fog was rolling in and called Kate, Preston, Austin and a bade to come meet up. My cousin and I gathered just enough firewood to keep the lights on before it the sun set, and we set up camp.
High tide left just enough beach for 4 tents, a bonfire and a naked dance party. The water was not much to surf, and we forgot to fill the scuba tanks up, so the only thing we could do was go for a late night swim, which was freezing.
Preston waded out into the water to take this, but here is what the bridge would look like if you on a boat :)
Everyone remembered the booze, but totally forgot food, so we woke up hung over and starving! Santa Barbara was only 25 minutes away so we all packed up and headed there for breakfast. When we “Yelped” the best breakfast spot it took us to what must have been the nicest restaurant in SB. We rolled in hot and heavy.
After about two dozen mimosas and some bomb food, we started talking about just getting an Air BnB in Santa Barbara instead of driving home and we all agreed to split one. (Kate we got verbal confirmation from you too)
Chip found a sick Yurt on top of a mountain right above where we camped and we headed up to it. Kate and Preston bailed back to LA, lame. (I’m thinking b/c Kate missed her dog but can’t be sure) and our other two friends went wine tasting and stopped at Ostrich Land on the way there.
It was a freaking miracle that the VW made it up the 30 minute mountain climb to get there, but once we all got to the Yurt for some reason it sounded like a good idea to carry the patio furniture to the tip top of the mountain and watch the sun go down, and here was the view.
It was a great night of drinking and I want to say more drinking, and when we woke up Monday morning we were all feeling it, we reluctantly loaded up, stopped for breakfast burritos in SB and made it back to LA by noon.
We have been very upfront about our mission. To Make wine fun again. To remove the pretentiousness and bring it back to it's roots: sharing with friends.
Nomacorc just released a brilliant article about how virtual wineries such as ourselves. Here is a little excerpt:
Perhaps no wine brand echoes that sentiment as loudly as Rebel Coast Winery, whose three founders range in age from 26 to 30. With a tag line of “Not your parents’ winery,” Rebel Coast eschews deep-rooted notions of wine, with messaging featuring bathing-suited millennials drinking from bottles (literally) called “Sunday Funday” and “Reckless Love.”
“We’re not trying to be elegant or sophisticated,” co-founder Doug Burkett said. “We wanted to be—not flashy, but show we can be just as edgy and fun as any microbrewery.”
The company makes easy-drinking blends from Sonoma and Paso Robles grapes that aren’t described on the label. Says Burkett, “When somms [ask] why doesn’t it say the blend on the bottle, we say no one gives a sh*t.”
This past week big brother Chip and big brother Doug flew me down to LA to work from home base. That being said since I would not be accompanied by my fancy-schmancy automatic vehicle I would be forced to learn to drive stick, otherwise I would be completely stranded and deem perfectly useless to the company for 2 whole weeks. So what better way to learn something brand new than to be completely thrown into the gauntlet and a good ol round of trial and error? That’s right - pretty much anything else than driving a 1962 VW Bus through LA traffic. Needless to say it was a bit bumpy at first (pun intended) but after a few good runs, many a stares, angry honks, a few thumbs ups, and even a creepy man offering to show some skin for free swag I came out as the victor. That being said, if you ever see a handsome young lad tearing up the roads of CA in one of our many Rebel Coast buses (yes, we now have three) wave me down and I’ll be sure to give you some of our notorious swag!
Thats right...mmmmmmm bacon, wine, California sunshine. What more do you need for the perfect mix of perfection. Come join the RCW Crew and enjoy the new blend of Reckless Love while snacking on BACON of all styles. I mean come on! BACON and WINE...together?!?! My dreams have come true. Sorry Kate Upton your taking second place to this event this weekend. Find your way to Los Olivos, CA and go hog wild...yea I just made a pun. Check it out for more info on this amazing event - Bacon & Barrels.
That's right RCW is gonna be climbing up the mountain to Big Bear for the 2014 Village Wine Walk in Big Bear Lake, CA. Besides pouring wine at a "high" elevation we're gonna be throwin' out some of our classic bumper stickers, mustache tattoos, mason jars and our sweet new mustache wine keys. We might even try to convince Yogi Bear into helping pour some wine and get some phone numbers...Join us June 7th @ 3:00pm-7:00pm
It's been only a few weeks since the RCW Crew moved to Hermosa Beach, CA and so far we've been making waves in the South Bay! First off we made sure we moved into a house that could fit the personality of Rebel Coast...so we acquired Jack Black's old house. Second we needed to make sure that it could handle Chip's Workshop projects, behold the garage from heaven that could only fit the imagination of Chip. Third we needed to make sure Doug had his yard to BBQ the finest feasts this side of the Mississippi and last but not least it needed to be near the beach for Miss Kate to go take in all the CA sunshine "all the time". We've made this place our home and we want to make sure we can share the excitement with you so if your ever feeling brave and just plain nosey cruise on over and say hello...seriously our door is always open because we don't know how to close it.
So you made it to the blog....and your looking for the rest of the story are you? Well lets make it fun...call either 214-886-2882 and ask for Chip or call 818-425-3354 and ask for Doug. You wanted the fun version so here's your chance to get it first hand. Your welcome.
So the RCW crew is going to be hitting the road for Northern California and attending the SF Vintners Market this April. Basically we're there to serve about 6,000 classy drunk people some of our fermented grape juice we call Reckless Love. Hell we might even make some new friends or change a relationship status by the end of the 2 day wine extravaganza. Anything goes when it comes to these kind of wine events. So if your down to come get in a little trouble and meet us come on up!
If you are in the Bay Area and you continue to miss wine tastings...well we have another shot for you this Wednesday the 26th at 5:30PM. We will have our crew out there doing their thing. We'll have some delicious wine for you and some other goodies. Can you see free mustache tattoos and mason jars!?! Our most fly sales rep Kyle will be there to show you the ropes and answer your questions... oh yeah and Doug will be there to - so if you have Tinder, get ready for Doug to click like on you all day.
You're probably saying to yourself...What the heck? RCW is doing another awesome event...? Well the answer is yes, yes we are. This one is taking place in Slovang, CA and the scene of the this wine tasting is going to be El Rancho Marketplace. If you live in the Solvang area and want to feel like you're in the movie "Sideways" then come on out and try our delicious flagship wine, Reckless Love. Oh ya, we almost forgot to mention that our man Tom is hosting this tasting again...so say hello.