|01-12-2007, 08:36 PM||#33|
Miles are my mantra
Joined: Aug 2004
Location: California Desert (it's a dry heat)
On the addiction
Penned (typed??) by my friend Warren Harhay:
The communion of man and machine in pursuit The Ride is for me the holy grail of motorcycling. The Ride is the dispenser of motorcyclene, that most
elusive and addictive narcotic of the motorcyclist who is at one with his
machine in pursuit of the fulfillment and joy of The Ride.
Now how about some pictures???
KTM 950 SE, KTM640 ADV ( Hibachi, risen from the ashes)
KTM520EXC (broken), KTM 400XC (the replacement)
Honda ST1300 ABS (newest addition to the stable)
STOC #326 IBA #217
|01-12-2007, 09:22 PM||#34|
Free Range Human
Joined: Oct 2003
Location: Nor.Cal and LaPaz, Baja Sur
Be careful, I left for a little ride to find the real America.
I found it, in LaPaz.
Two years later and I have not left.
Mexico will warm your hart, enlarge your smile and lift your soul...
Viaje rápido y ligero…
(Hey…I had to turn on my air-condition today)
The cause endures, the hope still lives, and the dream shall never die.
kpick screwed with this post 01-13-2007 at 06:58 AM
|01-12-2007, 09:55 PM||#36|
i can haz a motrsykle?
Joined: Mar 2003
Location: Central California
Hell, I could live in a bikini all year 'round.
Ninja Skillz... I haz dem.
Eat to live, don't live to eat. - VelvtRide, 2011
|01-12-2007, 11:07 PM||#37|
Joined: Jul 2006
Location: Broken Arrow, Ok
I had it all wrong
From the time I was riding as a kid off in the Mountains of Colorado, Plains of Oklahoma and Kansas, or the Canyons of Texas, and even in Africa on the West Coast of Gabon, I always thought it was "Live to Ride".
Man I had it all wrong all that time, it was and still is to this day, "Ride to Live", I have to Ride to Live.
Lone Rider Keep the story coming. Gaspipe, thats for all your drugs got me back in the game (you already know the story).
|01-13-2007, 06:52 PM||#38|
Joined: Jan 2002
Location: out and about
I turned off the cell phone...
.....and smiled...maybe it'll get wet and never work again.
I chose the Reynosa border crossing only because I'd never done this one. My paperwork is still good through sometime in April so I just busted on through the border into Mexico, out of the USA. Reynosa is a bigger town than I'd previously thought and there are quite a few turns to make before finally hitting Hwy 97, heading towards Hwy 101, and south down the gulf-side of Mexico.
Easton and other arrow manufacturers probably use Hwy 97 as a benchmark. Vanna White can only sell you one curve in it's 75 miles.
Where are the Military checkpoints? Those that were on Hwy 101 are not operating. The small quasi communities established there - tiendas out the wazoo - must feel a pinch. Are they now in Oaxaca, to return later? Dunno...
The plan was to just run south until either I gave out of steam or darkness came. Lost in Tampico for more than a few minutes, finally over their beautiful bridge, beating south, Naranjos didn't seem appealing so it was on to Tuxpan/m. I think I can make it, really. Gotta run hard. The road is patchwork, traffic is more dense, we're in the hills, green as green can be and not so fast. I keep checking the sun - do not want to ride after dark.
After a while, I had some doubts about making Tuxpan/m by dark. I'd stayed a night there before and kinda new where I'd go. Cerro Azul came up, really pretty area, but not a fancy town by any means. Hotel San Carlos on the right, southside of town...let's do this. A relief from not forcing myself to push so hard, hoping to avoid a re-run of Night of the Living Pot Holes.
I recommend this place if you're short on time or caught 'in between'. About $22, clean, secure. Decent hotel with 24hr restaurtant.
I have no good pics here. Just on the move kinda thing...
A late model Mustang passed me coming out of Reynosa, that was it for the day.
Road repair is usually a good thing, but this fill is chunks of busted blocks from building contruction. Jagged, sharp stuff.
No bueno por llantas de motos...
That's some beef, son. Smells damn good, too.
This pic tells a few tales:
1- After mucho research, I've determined that Rotoplas is the most advertised brand name in Mexico. Please correct me, if I'm wrong.
2- Toto doesn't know that he's being held in reserve...in case it gets really busy.
Actually, that's a bad joke. These are great eateries.
Some people hawk bonsai trees, fake Nike sneakers, pictures of Elvis, wicker baskets, etc on your local street corner. These guys are in the blanket biz bigtime. With speakers and sound volume to-Hell, you need to come getcha one, or more.
Soto la Marina is Spanish for Intersection.....
I'm having a Hell of a time trying to upload pics. Have more than 100. Pretty much gave up until the 3rd Sol kicked in. Dog ate my homework won't fly, I know.
Hopefully more soon...or the check will be in the mail, at least...
What's the longest dead end road in Mexico?
How many channels do you get with your cable package and what is it named? Magnum, Turbo, Life Changing, Supreme, some kind of metal or rock from the earth....?
|01-14-2007, 03:39 AM||#40|
The Voice of Reason
Joined: Feb 2002
Location: Memphis, Tennessee
Pleasant journey...if you run into Pepe again, tell him Floyd says hello.
Always mindful of obstruction, do your duty, never fail;
Keep your hand upon the throttle, and your eye upon the rail.
|01-14-2007, 04:39 AM||#41|
Joined: Dec 2001
You bastard. I had some stuff to pick up at Wal-Mart today and now you have ruined it!
If only Wally had the ear splitting music thing going.......................
Ride on con cuidado, pinche gringo.
|01-14-2007, 05:27 AM||#42|
Joined: Jan 2006
Location: DOWN ON THE BORDER , LAS CRUCES, NUEVO MEHICO
LIFE IS A BANQUET AND MOST POOR BASTARDS ARE STARVING!
Don't be afraid your life will end, be afraid that it will never start.
Arrogance is the anesthesia that dulls the pain of stupidity
|01-14-2007, 05:37 AM||#43|
I'm the REAL Dingo Joe
Joined: Feb 2003
Location: Frazeysburg, OH
Ride on Weedhopper!
This is proof that cycles are our bond
Everyone should be so lucky as to be able to ride a motorbike through the Himalayas.
- Misery Goat
daveology rule #143 - never ever pass up a chance to hear a band that has a stand up bass -Mutineer
|01-14-2007, 05:41 AM||#44|
Joined: Oct 2005
Location: Diamond Bar, CA.
Ex-pat in own country
Hello LR, and thank's for letting us tag along.
I too feel the oppression of Capitalism.
The Mass Marketing of Everything.
The pressures of development.
The predominant behaviours exhibited by most of the members of the society that exists in the country that I live in, are to me appaling.
The mindless consumption, the inane conversations, and the volumes of waste produced. Bigger quantities, less quality, more people doing less productive things every day.
Have you noticed that we no longer have:
First World Countries, followed by Second and Third Wolrd Countries.
Now we have:
Developed Countries, Developing Countries, and Un-developed Countires.
Do these sub-developed countires really want "development"?
Is this development worth the costs?
To help my "self" maintain the tenious hold I still have on my own sanity, objective values, and overall ability to deal, I have invoked a self-induced delision, that I am not 'one of them'. But to some degree I must be, for how else would I be sitting here in Vermont, typing away on a laptop computer from Asia, to a website in Cyberspace, about a trip I too would like to take in Mexico while riding a German motorcycle. I'm a hypocrite, but at least I ride, dream, and rattle the bars of my cage, to let 'them' know that I'm still alive, and would break free of their System, if I could get only one chance.
Or perhaps I'm dead, watching my life flash before my eyes, and I have to witness the inordinate amount of time I wasted on ADVrider when I should have been out riding.
Oh, why do I keep mentally torturing myself!?
Uh, that's basicaly it.
Oh, wait what's this?
Enjoy your trip.
(Damn - I'll probably get sent to Jo Mamma for that.)
|01-14-2007, 08:21 AM||#45|
Joined: Dec 2002
Location: Kansas City
Don't be appalled, Questor, its just folks doing what they think they're supposed to be doing. We really don't want to let them in on the secret, now do we? What do you think riding south would turn into if we did? So hush up, pack up, and ride. Simply smile when they ask why the hell you would want to go to some god-foresaken hellhole like Central America alone, and on a motorcycle. Tell them, yes, you're scared shitless all the time and don't recommend doing what you did. Nothing to see there, move along.
"In order for one person to get a thing without paying for it, another person must pay for that thing without getting it"
The other 10% are sociopaths , serial killers and KLR riders. You wont get much sympathy from them.
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