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Old 03-27-2008, 10:05 PM   #16
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Who are, the REAL asses???

Well guys, they say what happens in Mexico stays in Mexico. But, I just got an email from a couple of gentlemen that apparently saw Loco Moto's stupid manuever over their Mexican cattleguard. They gave it high marks but they couldn't believe how these CRAZY Americans get their thrills! They have enclosed their photo so that the next time you pass down their trail, you may want to say hola.
















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Old 03-27-2008, 11:04 PM   #17
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Day Seven - Tecoripa to Alamos - 207 Miles

I was a bit happy to leave our zero star hotel in Tecoripa. Sleeping outside looked better than in, but the bright lights kept me up most of the night as I tried to sleep amongst the bikes. We headed into town for a breakfast prepared by the wife of the local Tecate purveyor - a guy El Jefe had befriended the night before. Soon after, we were on a great section of highway 16 as we headed eastward.


I got out in front on this section and enjoyed it thoroughly. We twisted along it for maybe thirty miles or so through the mountains.



Somewhere along the way I rode by this guy coming up the embankment. Robbie soon caught up and decided to go back for this pic. Thinking back on it, I'm pretty sure this is the only other human we saw along this stretch of highway. Soon we met the point where our hand drawn GPS tracks directed us southward. This point came soon after crossing Rio Yagui. From here down to Alamos our route would be almost entirely dirt.


The first town we came to was Onavas. You hit the edge of town and boom, the roadway goes from dirt to cobblestone. The kids line up along the schoolyard fence to watch you ride by. You arrive at the towns center, get off the bikes, and are immediately struck by the peace and quiet of the place. A couple guys may be relaxing on a bench. A few faces may be peering around corners. There is a simplicity of life you just want to sit down and absorb.


How cool is this? Next time I'd like to make Onavas a stop for the night.



Leaving Onavas, we immediately back into the dirt. Occasionally we come across short sections like the above that have been "improved." But all along the way you're wondering "who have they improved this for" - you just don't see anyone else using these roads...


And then boom, you round a corner, and come into another village.


And smiling faces peer out at you as you ride through waving.


We leave Rio Chico and continue down to Movas. Great open river valleys and the weather is perfect.


You find yourself standing on the pegs just to take it all in.


Here is Loco Moto making a successful river crossing in style. Three days later and things won't be quite so successful!


After crossing the river the road winds back up into the mountains.


It's hot and we all collect in the shade to take more of it in and enjoy a few snacks. As we continue to Rosario, we're seeing more and more improvements to the road. It becomes more graded and we follow miles of it where power line poles are being set. I'm sure we view this progress quite differently from those in the villages we have just ridden through.


I hope my amigos will chime in when I'm off in this description. I'm pretty sure this is our lunch stop in Rosario. We pulled into town and asked a couple guys on small motos where we could find lunch. The jump on their bikes and escort us to this spot. The brotherhood of motos.


Miles and miles to go today and it's all just beautiful.



We pass through a few more small villages and then climb up into the mountains. The double track seems to narrow and then as we start to make our way downhill, we encounter road construction on a major scale. More "progress" I guess, but it's difficult to conceive of why such great effort is being put into a road here.

Our hand drawn gps tracks have done a great job leading us here, but now they've taken us to a spot where the river crossing looks difficult, if not impossible. After fumbling around looking for a crossing we head back into what my GPS calls the town of Nahuibampo and are directed toward a modern concrete bridge.


El Jefe makes his way down to the bridge across Rio Mayo.

Once across the bridge we resume our normal spacing for dust. Sjsjustride joins me out in front for more two abreast and we blast toward Alamos, our destination for this day. Miles and mile of graded dirt road. Little traffic. The speeds are getting high. Fun. Down in the saddle, up on the pegs, down in the saddle, up on the pegs.

We cruised into Alamos with about an hour of daylight left. El Jefe and Sjsride take off to find us rooms for the night while Doug, Loco Moto and I hang back near the town mission and grab ourselves a beer. Lots of gringos here - it's beautiful, but has an entirely different feel from all the other towns we've been though thus far. A helpful Gringo appears giving us his take on where to stay or ask around for affordable rooms, but it soon becomes apparent that he may be taking a liking to Loco Moto. Loco Moto can have a room at no charge. I think we're all pretty sure that his "massage" will be thrown in for free...



Loco moto thanks him for his helpful advice and offer, but takes off with what I believe to be a real sense of determination. Doug and I sip our beers in amusement. Loco Moto soon returns. He's found us cheap rooms and secure bike parking. He's apparently quite willing to give up the offer of a free room and massage.

After settling in we all take a walk to dinner and then another around town. More ice cream.

Friday night in Alamos is a parade of cars, all with blaring music, making half mile circuits. Tomorrow we'll leave this bustle and start moving toward Copper Canyon.
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You might not believe it, but that guy is the "unofficial" security guard. He watches out for everyone. Really a good guy..


As soon as you cross the border you must go inside and do the required paperwork - vehicle importation, tourist visa, stuff. However as soon as you park it seems folks crawl out of the woodwork to ask for change and eye the bikes. Our approach was to leave two of us with the bikes while the first three went in and did the paperwork. Once they were finished, Robbie and I went in and quickly dealt with ours. This was really the only place while in Mexico that I had immediate concerns of getting ripped off. One guy actually told me he was security guard and that I shouldn't worry about leaving the bikes in his care. Yeah, right I thought.
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Old 03-28-2008, 04:15 PM   #21
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You might not believe it, but that guy is the "unofficial" security guard. He watches out for everyone. Really a good guy..


As soon as you cross the border you must go inside and do the required paperwork - vehicle importation, tourist visa, stuff. However as soon as you park it seems folks crawl out of the woodwork to ask for change and eye the bikes. Our approach was to leave two of us with the bikes while the first three went in and did the paperwork. Once they were finished, Robbie and I went in and quickly dealt with ours. This was really the only place while in Mexico that I had immediate concerns of getting ripped off. One guy actually told me he was security guard and that I shouldn't worry about leaving the bikes in his care. Yeah, right I thought.
I wasn't refering to the guy to the right of the bikes. It was some other guy with a shotgun and sunglasses. He disappeared as soon as I told him I'd be staying with the bikes anyway. The guy to the right of the bikes was helpful. Loco Moto can correct me, but I'm thinking his name was Jose. He helped Loco Moto find a place to change money and gave us directions to get out of town. He definately wanted to be paid for his advice and I think Loco Moto casually slipped him a little change on the way out.
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Old 03-28-2008, 08:53 PM   #22
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Day 8 - Alamos to Bahuichivo - 137 Miles

Day eight would be a hard one for me. The companionship, scenery and riding would all undoubtedly be great. But the night before I had called in to family back home and got some bad news. My best friend was sick and in the dog hospital. Things were not going well back home and I was overwhelmed with a sense of guilt for being so far away.

My dog Whitney had lived 8 years thus far. But the last three years had been tough for her. First she'd contracted Addison's disease and then almost a year ago diabetes was thrown into her mix. Fortunately my work life allowed me to spend almost every hour with her, but it was always a struggle to find a balance of insulin that would leave her feeling ok. As I was leaving for this trip she seemed reasonably stable, but her eyesight was failing her quickly and I knew she would be completely blind when I returned.

Now with me nearly 2000 miles away she had a serious infection. My 17 year old daughter had been caring for her while I was away. I knew this was tough on her and other family members and friends that were pitching in to help. The best I could do was to hope that at some point today I'd be able to find a phone, call the vet, and get some encouraging news.

All this weighed on me as we prepared for the day. I felt kind of insulated from the group, a little numb.


We ate breakfast at the same restaurant we had eaten dinner at the night before. We then gassed up, bought water etc. while Loco Moto ran around town to find hardware that would allow him to hold his dismember skidplate back underneath the engine where it could provide some kind of protective value.

El Clampos (big hose clamps) did the trick and we were soon on our way out of town.




We retraced out steps back towards Los Tanques and then turned eastward and began heading up into the mountains. Pleasant riding on good a good road.

Early on we stopped and took a break at our first creek crossing.


I think Loco Moto planted this passenger on El Jefe's 950. I'm not sure how far he was allowed to ride along...


The views as we climbed throught the mountains were great. It was nice to climb into the cooler air of higher elevations.


Our route would take us high to a high area with a sizeable town - not sure of the name, maybe La Lobera.


The riding continue on through the mountains and fortunately our hand drawn GPS tracks gave us direction at critical junctions.


Soon we began the steep decent toward Chinipas. Realizing my mind isn't on the riding I purposefully move toward the rear to slow things down. The riding is all doable on the big bikes, but many sections are steep and pulverized. My mind needs to focus on the road ahead.


Chinipas sits in a wide river valley. It certainly was one of the most scenic little towns we ran across - making a beautiful backdrop for the river crossing into town.


Sjsjustride probed the crossing first. It was quite a distance, but not particularly deep or overly challenging. I imagine things can change dramatically with a little rainfall.


Even Loco Moto makes it across without mishap!


Once in town it's time to feed our hungry bellies. This restaurant offered a great lunch and a chance to relax a bit before leaving town and climbing into our next range of mountains.

We had some miles to make and our goal was Temoris. I pushed on pretty hard as I was anxious to find a phone where I could call in to the vet back in Reno and learn about my dog Whitney's condition.

The road took us past a large mining operation and up into the mountains again. Once in Temoris I fueled up and went immediately to find a phone. I soon found a small shop that offered internet access and phone use for 10 pesos per minute. My mother had been on point regarding my dog Whitney, so my first call was to her. Things seemed as bad or worse than what I had learned the night before. I called into the vet and he quickly broke away to speak with me. Rick had worked diligently with me for months to try and regulate Whitney. I knew he had developed a genuine affection for her in those many months and so his words meant much to me. Her infection was systemic and she was very uncomfortable. Their was testing being done, etc. I measured those words and knew that her time had come. It wasn't suggested by him, but when I managed to choke out those words he kindly reassured me of his agreement with my decision. He would take her to the end of this journey right away, as I sat here in Mexico, some 2000 miles away.

I walked out into the street where my friends were waiting. Temoris didn't seem like a nice little town to me anymore. It was getting close to dark and the talk was that we needed to find a place to stay. El Jefe and sjsjustride began the search for rooms while Loto Moco, Doug and I headed down to the main plaza to wait. Things just didn't feel good to me here, and I was happy when our room options came up empty.

And so it was off into the sunset. I think we had something like 30 or 40 miles before we'd run across the next town - Bahuichivo.

The dust was heavy and demanded that we space ourselves to provide visibility in the dark. I stayed out in the front and eventually found myself in
town. Sjsjustride and Doug pulled in behind me, but after 10 or 15 minutes of waiting there was still no Loco Moto or El Jefe. Being split up in the dark isn't the greatest, but we realized that they would likely show up soon. Perhaps they had taken a different turn into town...

Sjsjustride and I began knocking on doors in search of rooms for the group. We soon found a hotel with two decent rooms. The three of us unloaded our bikes and as I walked back to the street El Jefe pulled up. Yes, they had taken the other way into town, and yes, they had two rooms for us. Fortunately one of their rooms could be given up. A good thing I thought, as I could definately use my own room on this particular night.



You think of a lot of things when there's a tragedy in your life. We all deal with our grief, and sometimes with our guilt. We work through our thoughts of why, what was, or what could have been. And for me, these times usually include moments where small things carry greater meaning than what I would otherwise notice as life rushes on. This night had one of those moments. It lifted me a bit at the time and in the last weeks I've thought about it often.
We all gathered for dinner after unloading our bikes. It was late, and we found a small place next door. We would be their only customers. And as is typical of many places we've seen, this small restaurant is a family affair - staffed only by the father, wife and daughter. They seemed grateful that we had chosen their small place to spend our few pesos on food and beer. I held up my dirty hands asking where I could wash them and the father rushed me into a backroom. He took me over to a basin and held up one finger, telling me to wait. I watched him walk across the room to a barrel where he used a small pitcher to scoop up water. Coming back he nodded toward my hands and slowly poured the water as I scrubbed them clean.


On that day, and in the days since, that simple exchange has meant more to me than I can easily put into words.



I went to bed thinking of Whitney that night. We'd walked hundreds of miles together across the Sierra Nevada. How, just a year and a half earlier, we had made the 15 mile round trip to Lamarck Col together. 13,000 feet and her tail was wagging as she clawed her way up the final snow field.

I thought of how all she ever really needed was a warm place to sleep, fresh water, and food to eat. And how all she ever wanted was for me to hold her head between my knees, rub her ears, and show her I loved her as much as she loved me.

Tomorrow: Copper Canyon, the ride into Urique.
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Day Nine - Bahuichivo to Urique - 36 Miles

We woke up knowing that our destination for the day, Urique, was hosting an ultra marathon. The wife of the restaurant owner where we had our dinner the night before was pretty excited about it. Runners from other countries would be there to participate against the famed Tarahumara Indians who inhabit the area. Since Urique was our destination for the day, our concern was whether or not we'd find room there for the night.


We ate breakfast at the restaurant attached to the hotel where El Jefe and Loco Moto had spent the previous night.


It was then a quick ride out of town and good dirt roads as we rode to Cerocahui. Once in Cerocahui our road turned left to again make a switchbacking climb up into the mountains.


This roadside view area is looking down toward the river valley and Cerocahui.


Not likely to admit, spsjustride seem to like cameras as much as Loco Moto. The front wheel lofts just as I click off the shot.


El Jefe rides by. This is typical of the graded road up from Bahuichivo to Mesa de Arturo.


At Mesa de Arturo a left turn is made and within a few miles view of the Copper Canyon begin to show themselves.


The road in this section gets a bit narrower with dramatic drop offs into the canyon.


The views into the valley below are stunning.


Passing through the arch way into Urique. We immediately come across a very steep dirt airstrip that angles its way through town. There is a lone 206 parked there and I wonder how often traffic flys in and out. Dogs, kids, donkey, etc stroll on or around the strip itself.

The streets down into town all seem blocked with trucks. I guess it is there way to prevent further auto or truck traffic down into the main drag of town where the ultra marathon is in progress. The signal us through and we wind our way around the blocking trucks and then quickly down to where the action is. We've been told to look up Elena Acosta, she'll be able to help us find a room. She has a room available, but are told they need more time before we can move in.

So we join the towns folk on the street, plant ourselves in the shade, and watch runners pass by. The ones that are passing now are about midway through their race.

The picture above gives me the opportunity to introduce my four amigos on this trip. Loco Moto is on the left. Riding his big GS, Loco Moto essentially operates without a rear brake. Doesn't seem to phase him much and like me this whole mexico experience is new to him. Loco Moto will be the star player tomorrow. Stay tuned. Second to the left is Doug, no ADVrider name that I know of. Doug is piloting the 650 V-Strom. He doesn't come to this trip in MX boots or a "look the part" XD helmet. He's riding in Levis and leather boots but comes with a racing background that has right with the more capable bikes in any terrain. This guy is solid. To Doug's right is spsjustride. He's also got a 1200GS with fancy Ohlins suspension. Like Doug, he's lived and raced dirt bikes for years and I am continually amazed at how effortless he makes that big pig look as he power slides or raises the front wheel at will. On the far right is our fearless leader El Jefe. El Jefe is on a 950 and functions as our non-official leader - having been in Mexico and this area on previous occasions. El Jefe is another solid rider with a love of motorcycles and a real love for the people and places a trip like this brings us to know a little better. I'm the weakest rider in this group having just returned to motorcycling 2-3 years ago. It's a real pleasure for me to ride with these guys and learn along the way.


A Tarahumara runner passes by as we wait for our room. I think a couple of gringo won the event in their fancy shoes. But it's guys like in the above pic that have you in awe as they run by in their waist wrap with nothing more than a piece of leather straped to their feet. Very cool stuff.


Speaking of footwear. After some nights sleeping on floors near these boots, I can only hope their stench will stay outside on this roof top when tonight rolls around.


Our hotel here is quite comfortable. We take advantage of the early hour and get some laundry done. The rear portion of this hotel is a restaurant with a walkway/deck that faces the river. We sat out there and enjoyed a number of cold cervesas as the afternoon wore on.


The ultra marathon awards ceremony was conducted that night. We all took a short walk down to watch things for a while then returned to our rooms for a good nights sleep.

Tomorrow: Loco Moto drowns his bike as we climb out of the canyon and take the long way back into to Batopilas.
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Great Report

An interesting read. Sorry for your loss. My lab is 13 now and I'm dreading the day I have to say good bye. Enjoy the rest of the ride.
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Am about ready to work on Day 10 post, but I know you took a critical picture of loco moto. Please attach it to a PM so I can use it in the upcoming post.
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Day Ten - Urique to Batopilas - 93 Miles

Day 10 started fairly relaxed. We all gathered for breakfast in Elena's restaurant and were packed and ready to go in short order. Little did we know that we'd be on the move for the next 11 hours before shutting our bikes down for the final time. In that 93 miles we'd climb from the bottom of Copper Canyon at Urique, head into the mountains, and then return again to the bottom at the little town of Batopilas. We'd experience the dustiest conditions of the trip, drown a bike, work on a bike, encounter drug dealers, and climb the steepest switchbacks of the trip. It would be way past dark when we finished.

Yep, this would be the best day of the trip.

Oops, I forgot to say that during part of it I had to keep my head down during heavy sniper fire. Or have I misspoken?


Gasolina in Urique. Only one pump though. Amazingly, I don't think we ever spent more than 8 pesos per liter during our stay in Mexico. Most times it was around 7.


Our little parade of motos always attracts the attention and smiles of the local kids.


The climb out of Urique is gorgeous. The road is in great shape. The weather is perfect. We backtrack our previous route in until the small village of Mesa de Arturo. From there we'll follow incredibly pulverized dirt roads through the mountains as we make our way around to the small town of Tubares.


There are a few mining operations along our route and occasionally you much squeeze by a truck. Although the roads up here are dusty, the scenery is great.


The spacing was sometimes lengthy between bikes. To avoid separation the leader would usually stop at road junctions that otherwise might cause confusion. The buildings at this junction all seemed to be abandoned. Wierd.


You might ride miles before ever seeing a soul. Yet here, in what seems like the boonies, you might run across a little monument like this, with a candle burning inside. Cool.


The image above is typical of the terrain we rode through as we approaced Tubares - a town I expected to have some level of services.


It was warm when we arrived in Tubares and I think we were all a bit hungry. The only activity there seemed to be a couple guys renovating this old mission. No restaurant to be found. No gas. We did find a small shack with a young woman who sold us cold sodas. Loco Moto struck up quite a conversation and at times it involved her writing things down to communicate. A bunch of stuff was written that we did not understand. Loco Moto took it away for later translation.

Leaving Tubares we backtracked for a mile or so, crossing a bridge and then finding a rough dirt road the mostly parallelled the Urique River as it headed upstream. We knew a crossing was ahead and after a few miles we found it.

It didn't really look any deeper than others we had done and it was certainly a shorter crossing than the Chinipas we had done a couple days earlier. Spsjustride and Doug were the first ones across. Loco Moto was next, feet on the pegs, styling like a front page cover shot. Boom. And then he was down. The bottom here was a little more irregular and he found a hole just a few yards into the crossing.

The bike went down on it's right side and at the depth it's whole right side was in the water. Loco Moto hit the kill switch as soon as he could.


Here he is after picking the thing up. Hit the starter button and all he'd get is "clunk" - sounding a lot like a weak battery.


Spsjustride got the shot above just after getting the bike up from it's side. We then pushed the bike the rest of the way across. Not real easy with the slippery bottom and no power available from the bike itself.


I rode across being careful not to go for any kind of hero picture, mindful of how quickly things can turn to ....

Once across it was time to diagnose our problem with the big GS. Loco Moto was convinced the battery had somehow been affected from the drowning. Hit the starter and you'd get one week attempt at it turning over. Considerable time was spend looking the bike over and we finally decided to push the bike up a hill to bump start. It was starting to get late and we needed to get moving.

We don't like pushing bikes. So much so, that just before starting the push, a bit of wisdom emerged and the H word was mentioned.

Hydrolock? We'd better check before we all push this bike up the hill and find it just won't turn over...


We took the massive amounts of water that drained out of Loco Motos cylinders as a confirmation. Doug's mechanical expertise comes into play as things progress under his direction.


The cylinders are drained and then we find the airbox is filled with water and oily muck. More disassembly and swabbing. As might be imagined the crankcase seems to have water in it. Unfortunately the mixture is sticky and the oil level sight glass is covered with this slime. How much water is in there is anybody's guess...


Well, we have some oil. We decide to drain a little slimey mix from the crankcase and replace it with fresh oil - hopefully bringing the oil to water ratio a little closer to mostly oil. This is what the stuff looks like that comes out.

Still can't tell how much "lubricant" is in the thing, but at least we get it running. After a couple hour delay we're back on the road. Gotta move, it's getting late.


Only one problem. Loco Moto's bike doesn't want to cooperate. It soon becomes clear that a foamy mess is coming out of his breather, coating his air filter and then asphyxiating his motor. We realize more surgery is in order and El Jefe and I go ahead to find some shade for the next round of motorcycle maintenance.


Loco Moto doesn't show. His bike has died for good. El Jefe walks back to find out what's going on. I stay to watch over the two bikes.

A nice spot, but this is where the sniper fire comes in. Yet unlike Hillary, I wasn't expecting any. As I stand there with the bike I get 3 shots in my direction.

This is getting better by the minute. I'm soon thinking I am about the get robbed. I don't see anybody, but the shots are close. So I take a bunch of money from my passport holder and shove it down my pants. I've got a a couple hundred pesos and a single credit card in my wallet, so if I get robbed, I'll turn that over and hopefully keep the stash that's down my pants.


As El Jefe comes walking back up the road, nothing has happened. No robbers appear. I'm still alive. I guess I've misspoken.

El Jefe tells me that Spsjustride and Doug have gone off to look for oil. Loco Moto's bike isn't going anywhere unless we replace that muck that's in his crankcase. So we decide to ride back to Loco Moto and the crippled bike. We arrive to learn that oil has been found and the oil change is almost complete. Some rancho had the oil we needed. Looks like the crankcase had nearly 3 liters of water in it. Now all we needed to do was wash out the air filter with gas, give it a light film of sticky, and be off.


I realize that Loco Moto and I are the only guys prepared to camp. These other three guys just don't seem to like the idea. El Jefe and I had both slept out in our helmets before. I didn't want to have to watch these three guys do that while I enjoyed my nice warm bag and soft inflatable mattress. And so I felt obliged to push the pace as I got out into the lead and followed the gps tracks that would hopefully lead us to Batopilas.

As darkness fell I made it to an intersection. It was signed like this:

Batopilas -> (in red letters) or Batopilas <- (in black letters). Well, with time a wasting, I waited for a couple of my amigos to show and then took off in the direction the red letters pointed. It also seemed to agree with my GPS. It also looked to be the harder of the two choices...

It quickly got steep and more difficult. The darkness wasn't helping, and I could now see the label 'Batopilas' starting to appear on my GPS screen. So I keep climbing. A truck appears and there is an old mexican guy waving his hands all over. I think he's telling me I can't go this way, but I decide to do it anyway. After a while I realize that none of my buddies are in sight. I turn off the bike and in the darkness I wait. And wait.

As it turns out, they've been waiting for me way back at the signed junction. Soon after leaving some drug dealer came along, tried to sell them some pot, and told them you can't go the way I did. The figured that I would be coming back. But of course I didn't. I can see Batopilas on my GPS screen. I'm waiting for them in the dark.

Eventually they decide they have to come after me. After a while they arrive and decide we might as well continue along my route. It all goes. It's dark, but we're soon to the pass and can see the lights of Batopilas thousands of feet below. We continue down into the canyon and in an hour or so find ourselves in Batopilas.

We're thirsty, we're hungry, we're tired. But I think we've just had the best day of the trip.


Four or five other adventure riders are here. Two who've ridden up from the tip of SA, and two or three guys on KLRs for Arkansas.

These guys already have hours of cervesas under their belts and every story they tell is a belly buster.

Tomorrow: Batopilas to Creel, the long way.
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Old 04-01-2008, 10:26 PM   #28
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El Jefe chimes in...

This is my first post here. Tried to register as "El Jefe" but someone beat me to it. So, I'll be Hiway4rider aka El Jefe. First of all, Offroute, great ride report, thanks for the time and effort for putting it together. I'm thoroughly enjoying it. This is my 6th motorcycle trip to Mexico (3rd with Spsjustride) and easily one of the best. What a great group of guys to travel with - no problemas!! The only bummer was that Willyvee (offroute's dad) couldn't make it. I'm sure his ears were burning every time we had icecream, let alone cerveza. Also, a darn good bunch of riders. As I struggled to keep my 950 upright in deep sand and on steep rough, rocky roads, it was amazing to watch Spsjustride and Loco Moto just blast right through it. Doug ,on the V Strom, and Offroute were flawless as well. Special thanks to Loco Moto for providing the entertainment and adventure portion of the trip. I especially enjoyed watching him tear the skidplate right out from under that big Beemer. Wish I had a photo of his oil filter - looked like somebody had taken a ball-peen hammer to it. Good thing it didn't leak as we didn't have a filter wrench, probably would of had to turn it upside down for the J-B weld fix. Speaking of wenches, after drowning the big GS, Loco Moto discovered he hadn't purchased the "OPTIONAL" BMW tool kit, which actually included a spark plug socket and oil drain wrench. Luckily, Spsjustride came prepared and had the needed tools. All in all a great day with a great ending in Batopilias that nite, but more about that later.
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Old 04-01-2008, 11:02 PM   #29
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Nice work with the quick fix.... I would have left him for the bantitos though. .... keep the adventure going!
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