Adventure Ride?
Saturday, November 16, 2019 at 9:22PM Sure Why Not!
Having just completed my first ever Adventure ride and found there is a wide range of riding and bikes in that category.
My trip started out with a text from my buddy Bob asking if I wanted to do an Adventure ride down to Baja, Mexico. Funny thing is I was on an off road ride sitting with a group of guys at lunch when I got the text. I told him to let me see if I could get permission from the warden and I would let him know. So when I got home and asked I sent him a message saying I was in!
The group was five riders and I apparently was the needed 6th guy to round out the group. I guess it wasn’t my magnetic personality and charm that got me in. They needed to round out the group and I was the only one available since the ride started in 6 days. There is some preparation and bike set up required to do an adventure ride if you don’t use a support vehicle; which is my favorite kind of adventure. So I set out setting up what I thought would be needed for a week or so of riding and did my best to secure it on the bike over the next few days.
Bob gave me a few specifics, length of time gone, general direction we will travel and names of the guys going. I knew a couple of them and would meet the others on the road. I was told to meet the group at the Tecate border crossing Sunday morning. I arrive early to exchange some American dollars for Mexican pesos and sit down to go over my equipment since it is all new to me, first timer and all. The group arrives and I meet a couple of guys. The group consists of Bob G, Bob J, Brian, Jeff and Tracy (aka 2key) but we will get to that later. I take a look at the riders, the gear, the bikes and realize I may have brought a knife to a gunfight! I see all late model KTM adventure bikes and a Honda Africa Twin! Did I mention I was on a 15 yr. old V-Strom 650? Oops, guess I will have to make the best of it.
Said quick hellos, money exchange for the boyz, purchase a few Visas to cross into southern Baja and away we go. We get about a mile or so through town and our first tip over occurs. Baja traffic is something to be wary of. At a stop sign a car speeds through in front of Tracy (2key) and he stabs the brakes, can’t touch the ground and tips over! Now remember we are on Adventure bikes all loaded down for a 9-day trip, that makes an already big bike very heavy. I was last in line and was about to put my kickstand down in traffic but Tracy is a big strong guy and lifts it up before I can react. No harm, no contact, no foul and away we go. We roll along on a two lane roadway until our turn off which is dirt and goes south about 90 miles toward a small town, Ojos Negros. The road is scenic with lots of sights from grave yards, to big ranchos, to remote communities. We climb, descend, twist and turn with all kinds of surfaces ranging from hardpack to rocky to sandy. The rocky and sandy sections slow my progress as the V-Strom is not capable or negotiating these sections like the true KTM adventure bikes. With half the travel and half the ground clearance I need to be careful I don’t end up on my head! When we reached one section of deeper sand I discovered the big KTMs also struggled when it got deep. I watched as a couple of them slowed to a crawl and do their best to wobble through without going down. I felt a little better about my antique V-Strom. We got pretty spread out over the next hour or so on this road and fortunately didn’t have to ride in a lot of dust. When I got to the end of the road it intersected with a paved road. We were headed left toward Valley Trinidad and lunch at a taco stand Bob G thinks makes great tacos. These must be some good tacos because there is no Bob-G or Bob-J waiting there! I thought about rolling on and catching up but thought I should wait at the intersection to make sure the next 3 riders arrive with no problems. Good call, because our 3 riders plus 4 more roll up intermittently and Tracy has a flat front tire. Not only is the front tire flat but since it is tubeless it becomes painfully obvious as to why he has a flat. The front rim has a HUGE bend in it. So big that the bead of the tire is exposed and will not hold air! It seems that with all of the riders leaving such a trail of dust there were times when the rocks could not be seen clearly. Tracy was introduced to a large one he couldn’t see resulting in a damaged front rim.
When everyone arrived and the damage was surveyed we set out to get Tracy back on the road. There was not a chance in Hell that the rim and tire were going to hold air. We could see past the rim and tire bead into the rim. So it was decided that a tube install was the only way we were going to get rolling. So away we go with the wheel removal to install the tube. About an hour and a half later the big KTM had a tube in the front and we were on our way to Valley Trinidad for some tacos. However, we could no longer call it lunch, it would have to be classified as Linner! When we roll the 40 miles of pavement and find our buddies at the taco stand they were all filled up with tacos and ready to go. Nice hour and a half rest, eh boyz? So we choke down a couple of tacos and a beverage and get back on the road toward San Felipe because it is getting late in the day.
Half of the following day is spent taking the KTM wheel back off and finding a garage/repair shop of some kind that could minimize the damage to Tracy’s front wheel. We find a Taller/Mechanico shop that is going to give it a shot. Interesting shop, if you were to go back in time to when you were a kid and remember seeing auto and diesel repair shops with big old lathes, drill presses, arc welders and machines probably made sometime in the 1950’s you would be that kid again. I was. It was a pain in the butt to have to do it but I was having fun seeing it! The Mechanico got to work on the wheel. He heated and bent, heated and bent. It took a while but when he was done it looked surprisingly decent. He covered the ugly with a little black spray paint. These guys were nice enough but fairly emotionless and non-chalant through most of our transaction. Since they didn’t speak English and none of us really spoke Spanish we managed to communicate. However, I had gone across the street to a market and purchased a 12 pack of Tecate. I saw a small smile from the guy when I put it on the counter. Barely noticeable, I laughed and said Adios! Midday we were up and running and on our way south toward Bahia de Los Angeles or Bay of L.A. An easy trip since the government is paving this section in anticipation of making it a truck thorough fare for the peninsula. We arrive at the Hotel Bob G seems to have taken a liking to and check in kind of late in the day.
Nice hotel but fairly pricey by Baja standards. It still had the obligatory cockroaches, there was a mashed one as I stepped in the door of our room. I noticed as I started to unload some gear and change from riding gear to street clothes that a few of the boyz were already over hanging out at the bar in their riding gear. I discovered fairly quickly why this was one of the more favorite stops. The Cervesas, Margaritas and Shots were already underway when I finally made it over there. It went like that until dinner. Then it went kinda like that after dinner………..for quite some time. Everyone told stories, maybe a few were slightly embellished but I didn’t care, I laughed my ass off as arm-wrestling matches broke out and had a great time! Some of the antics got more entertaining as the evening grew late. But as you know, ‘What Happens in Mexico stays in Mexico’. So everyone eventually made it to bed, with help and maybe a bandage or two. Now I gotta quote Forrest Gump, ‘That’s all I got to say about that’.
The next day we roll toward San Ignacio. Tracy and I stop at a road side taco shop in Vizcaino and sit down for a couple of minutes to have lunch. The family running the place are very happy to see customers and welcome us warmly. We had a great lunch, atmosphere, convenient location, a short rest then get back to our journey. It has been a fairly easy and uneventful day and it is early so Tracy and I peel off to explore a side road that neither of us has ever ridden. It takes us out to Punta Abreojos but it takes longer than we expected. So after making the trip out and back it seems we will roll in just a little after dark. Oops. Everyone gets dinner and settles in for the evening, catching up texting and phone calls since we have cell service in San Ignacio. I decide to pull my bike up in a secure spot between the motel wall and Tracy’s KTM. As I move my bike which is a bit heavy with all the cargo I lose my footing and start to tip toward Tracy’s bike. Now I am between the two bikes and there is barely enough room for me to stand there. My bike starts to tip toward me and I stop it but not before I bump Tracy’s bike with my hip and it starts to tip away from me! So I am catching my balance and trying to hold my bike upright but now I have to catch Tracy’s bike before it falls over. I grab Tracy’s seat and slow its progress but that sucker is HEAVY! It continues to tip painfully slow away from me while I struggle to hang on to both bikes. It gets away from me and falls over and as I pay more attention to it, my bike is now on the way over too! Right toward me standing next to the already downed KTM. The V-Strom tips over and catches my foot on the way down. I barely manage to stay upright myself and begin to take inventory of the mess I just made with two loaded down Adventure bikes now laying on the ground. On top of that, now I have a sore right foot. It doesn’t take me long to realize I will need some help with this mess before I really hurt myself by getting a hernia trying to lift them.
So reluctantly I head up to the rooms and knock on Brian and Jeff’s door. Whoever comes to the door says, ‘who is it?’ I thought about saying I am a bandito and am here to rob you, open up! But my foot is sore, the bikes are on the ground and I can’t lift them by myself so I decide not to be a wise guy. I inform them I need help lifting the bikes laying on the ground. Maybe I should I tell them some vandals came by and pushed our bikes over! Naw, I fessed up and told them and they came down to help pick them up. Not sure they were not chuckling the whole time! It was a damn good thing both of them came down, that KTM was a hand full for all three of us since it was slightly over center downhill. Wait a minute! I am not quite sure why I am telling all this since ‘What Happens in Mexico stays in Mexico’. I was just happy that there was no damage and I limped away happy. Tomorrow we will make our way down to our furthest stop going south, the town of Loreto. There is a layover day planned to relax and do some sightseeing. Loreto is a pretty cool town right on the water, great scenery and there is an old Mission, Saint Javier, that we are going to ride out to see. There is a bit of an interruption, but that is another story………….. I will be shaking my head and laughing at the same time I tell you. Stay Tuned for the day I almost got to see Saint Javier, part II.
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‘When nothing goes right, Go Left’
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Good narrative