Joined: Sep 2011
Location: Somewhere in Latin America
18. Riding Guanajuato
I spent the night at Jose’s parents beautiful home just outside of Guanajuato last night. Today I woke up to a delicious and traditional mexican breakfast prepared by Jose’s mom Laura. Our plan was to do some riding up in the hills around Guanajuato and get a feel for what the area has to offer in terms of dirt riding.
Taylor, Jose’s neighbor and childhood friend, showed up on his Honda 350 for the ride (he’s got about 15 bikes, mostly sweet classic road bikes. Also, if you are interested in some great quality riding boots, check out his families boot company Gasolina Boots, hand crafted here in Guanojuato). Jose’s dad hadn’t seen this one so he gave it a sit, he seemed pleased.
We took off and headed out of town, climbing higher and higher into the hills that encircle Guanajuato.
Once we climbed to the ridgeline we followed it into a small town and stopped for a bite.
The menu had Tostadas but they were only 20 pesos (about $1.50) so I figured I should order two. Definitely too much food. I love eating in Mexico.
Just a mile or two down the road again we turned off and hit the dirt.
The riding was fun and the pace was good. The terrain varied quickly and widely. Some areas were full of green trees.
Some areas where much more open and scenic.
The bikes were happy and so was I.
Shit yeah, here comes the rain!
The shittier and more difficult the terrain the better, as far as I’m concerned.
It dumped rain for maybe an hour, and even hailed for a brief minute. We soaked it in and kept bombing. Eventually we came to what is normally a pretty dry creekbed.
All the rain had changed that though. Saweet, my first decent water crossing!
We walked it with a stick to see what the ground was like underneath. No big rocks just heavy silt, perfect. The water was about up to our knees so we cracked the throttles open and let em rip.
Bikes across. The locals waiting for the water to die down seemed impressed.
Taylors bike had lost some power so we stopped for a bit and let stuff dry out.
The sun came back out and you could see it baking the water right out of the hills again. Weather seems to change here pretty fast.
Taylor pulled the plugs, drained his carb, and had her running again lickety split.
We cracked the throttles again and burned back up in elevation towards the ridgelines.
Beautiful riding up here.
I see a telephone pole. We must be getting near town again.
Jose said this is the last highest point, from here it’s all elevation drop back down into Guanajuato. Having a blast.
A few more miles and we were winding our way back into town.
When we made it back to Jose’s house we were all both soaked and satisfied. I feel like this was the most fun day of dirt riding that I have had. I’m not sure exactly why though. If I look at it on paper it was a pretty straightforward afternoon ride through the hills. It doesn’t feel like a normal day though, I feel like I had an absolute blast. Maybe it was because we had a little bit of everything? Good twisty tarmac, good dirt, fun shitty weather at times, and problems to solve (getting lost, sucking water into a motor, etc). Maybe it’s the whole package of Guanajuato, the riding, and the people that is making it so good here. Or maybe, just maybe, Mexico is just starting to soak it’s way into my bones, and color everything slightly differently.
When we got back home Jose’s mom had cooked us up an amazing authentic mexican dinner. Thanks Laura! After dinner we shot the shit for a bit then rolled into Guanajuato to partake in the saturday night festivities. FIC was still going on so the place was packed. We found a little bar and knocked a few drinks back and laughed about the day. After a few rounds of mescal we decided it was best just to get a bottle (PS apparently I really like Mescal). Here the bottles are pretty cheap. It’s likely made and distributed locally as the bottle appears homemade and has no labeling of any kind. Once again, hard not to feel like you are in a colonial era pub. No way to know what it is until you drink it, but damn is it good stuff. Tastes like mildly spiced tequila.
The night went on and the drinks flowed. Eventually our bottle was done and it was time to head to a different place. Walking around the alleys and twisty streets there is a cacophony of smells from all the food stands that line the streets. With a head full of mescal, each stand is all but irresistible. We choose wisely and go with a Guanajuato staple. Apparently this lady can be found here every Friday - Sunday, without fail. All the food is cooked by her during the day and then brought down to the street in buckets. The types of meat and toppings are many and the combinations of the options are endless. We ate here twice before the night was done.
Well Guanajuato, tomorrow I am heading out. Not sure where yet, but the time has come. Thank you for the good riding, good food, good people, and good times.
Guanajuato, congratulations, you are doing it right.
SeanPNW screwed with this post 10-22-2013 at 04:56 PM