Thursday, December 5, 2013


After leaving JDs we cruise right through the tecate border, seriously. Come to think about it I haven't had to show my beat ass passport or any ID to anyone since we entered the states. It was straight highway until San Felipe so I'll start there. A bunch of sick ass mountain passes and a bunch of highway work with ~3km dirt detours every time. Ripping by all the semis and shitty Mexican trucks that passed you on the pavement. Tits. 

 We hit a point where the highway just ends and it's a dirt road from San Luis gonzaga back to the highway on the pacific side. Earlier in the day anita had her first little battle with sand i watched her ditch it and launch her bike onto a barbwire fence. Pretty sure both wheels were suspended, damn sr bouncing around like a Japanese piñata. No harm done besides some badass scratches on the fork tubes. This dirt highway is super fun stuff. Hang a right a rip up a mesa have a beer and then drop back in to meet any street bike mamacitas you happen to be rolling with. It was somewhere along this stretch Anita got down and dirty in the sand again. Looked like a rolled ankle, looked like it hurt. Didn't even make fun of her for doning Blundstones on the trip. Boot off tensor on boot back on; 30 minutes and were Rollin. Slow and steady til we reach cocos corner. 

 Everything I have heard about this cat is true, ultimate G. Cooked us up some beans and tortillas gave us a bunch of cold beers for Anita's ankle. With anita held up in one of cocos derelict campers Jesse and I were free to say hi to Sid and climb huge fucking piles of rocks for the rest of the day throwing rocks at cars and rescuing smoke doggers from crevasses, typical shit. Cocos passes out super early and I find out why. Every hour or so someone is ripping down this dirt highway about 50 ft away. Half of them stop and say hi whether it be gringos or Mexicanos whether it's for a cold beer on a hot afternoon or to fuck with two white guys in the middle of the night. Still don't know exactly what the fuck was going on but no one got murkd; all good. 

 In the morning a homie rolls up in a 15p and says we can throw the bike in the back and he owns a hotel in San Ignacio that we can stay at while anita gets her ankle checked out. We pack her up and she's on her way. We pack, say bye to coco, probably the biggest pervy chiller I have ever met, and roll. 40km of dirty mountain passes to the highway and then 3 or 4 hours of the straightest highway I have ever seshed. Only highlights were seeing some cyclists with Canadian flags, nutters, and jesses head almost being clocked off by a vulture swooping off some dead ass cow, like inches at 65mph and those things are big. 

 We get to this guys cafe and anita is all chilling watching 80s music videos, tight. This guy is rad and raced the 1000 a couple times in trucks. He also likes to help people. I gather this by the fact that he facilitated anita getting an X-ray at a worker-only hospital in guerro negro and drove us all the way there. On the way there and back he told nonstop stories about people getting served on the highway and have to come to the rescue. Some gnarled shit too like showing up to a bus full of baseball players smashed into a rock wall with blood rivers running 100 feet down the mountain, thanks dude. Back in Guerro, little fracture, little cast, 6000 pesos and a prescription for... Ibuprofen?? C'mon Mexico. 

 This hotel is right by this huge oasis, which is essentially a big lagoon with a million date palms and orange trees everywhere. There are some roads through and we had a couple good night rips. Jesses kill switch innards went missing literally in there middle of the jungle and we had una problemò. 5 contacts which to jump. First try blows his fuse and he has to take his bike half apart to replace it. We get the bike going but whenever he tries to take off it dies. Fucking klr has safety switches in the clutch and the kickstand xt4lyfe. Pitch black, left the klr for the morning and double out. Get a little lost and Jesse hops off to look at his iPhone and we see a "Mexican lion" (3/4 size mountain lion more or less) about 15 feet away in the bushes eyeing us up. I start the T up fuck the gps, let's roll. Beers and tacos taste good. 

 Homie at the hotel has to drive down to Santa Rosalia for some fish or something and hooks up a ride with Anita's bike again. He drops us off and we try and scope out a hotel. Most things are fully booked and we grab some desyuno and cervezas to help figure it out. This rad senior group starts talking to us and we got a ride further down the coast with them. These dudes rule. I'm sitting on their porch now. Just got done breakfast, snorkelled with some stingrays, patched my 4th flat in 4 days, and anita is getting back from town with a possible ride to laPaz. Gary and Jill have let us chill for 3days with beds and showers and food and a huge shop and atvs and tones of trail knowledge. Thanks dogs. 

 One of Gary's Mexican homies called up yesterday and told us that he found a ride to laPaz we just had to be there in 30 minutes. We raced into town with yah boy flat tracking the sr through the dirt and we lifted the sr in the back of the semi. Nothing to strap it to so we threw some tractor tires underneath and strapped it to them. Threw the cripple in the cab with this random Mexicano for the long haul. Pornos in the back and everything. Should be chill right? On the ride back to the spot gary makes some pretty funny jokes about rape. Jesse and I throw our shit together and rip to laPaz with a bunch of tequila breaks. 6 hours of sketchy dark Mexican mountain highways, cows, donkeys, goats, and dogs and we're in laPaz. 

 Woke up with my boots on and feel great. Hunted a some rear rubber and went on a fucking goose chase. The honda and Yamaha dealership didn't have anything at all. Everyone just rides those shit 125 delivery bikes. Went to a couple shops and still nothing. Everyone has these tiny shops and works on shit right next to the receptionist, mostly wack race atvs. Last shop we tried had a mint '76 out front so I knew it was going to be good. Homie inside had one 18" and it's a new trail master. Boom. 

Going a little stir crazy but we are heading to cabo tomorrow. Some dudes showed up at this hotel last night with eight sick class 1 buggies. This dude Paul runs some adventure tour company for rich dudes which is pretty sick but pretty funny. Dudes so psyched they're wrestling in their hotel rooms and shit. These guys are riding to cabo tomorrow and are riding 100% dirt in these buggies and are down to take anita and Anita's bike in the chase truck. Basically i am going to be shredding dirt all the way to cabo tomorrow racing 16 rich dudes in buggies. Wish me luck. 

 Much love to my filthy homies. Getting some good footy. 

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