Day 1. First stop: Bucyrus, KS. Al came by about an hour before he said he would. Bt 8:30 we were loaded and rolling. After picking up Craig in in Red Wing, we got on I35 and headed south. By late afternoon, six Minnesotans in two vans had reached Richard's house in the southern exurbs of Kansas City in time for some beer, pinball and pool before supper. After eating, we helped Richard make final preparations to his KLRs, one for him and one for his son Bryon. Saturday, Feb 2, day 2. We got to Presidio about midnight after getting on the road at 6:30. There is not much to relate about the trip except that Al kept us entertained for most of the trip wit what I will call the "Mathwig Monologue". It's not quite that, but a minimum of active listening is all it takes to unleash his bottomless fund of stories, from his days as a pipefitter, national number flattracker, and enduro rider. He’s retired now, and is usually content to tootle along in the pack, but as we were to see later on, he can still hustle a bike along a rough track. Andrew, CJ and Katie were already here; they left Milwaukee on Thursday. They retired for the night before our arrival, but left a couple of beers for us on the rack of CJ's bike. We took a few moments to gawk at the new tanks CJ put on his 950 Adventure. In the morning, we put the trucks in the town impound lot, crossed without difficulty, and rode to Chihuahua. One of our first stops in Mexico is this shrine to Guadalupe, the only one in the whole fookin' country. Some of the equipment that made the trip. Marty's 150cc Diamo scooter, and Craig's DRZ: CJ's 950 Adventure with 12gal. tanks: My DR650, getting its brakes bled: There were several KLRs, too, but you guys see lots of those. After watching the Super Bowl in Chihuahua (the bar was full of avid fans of the Gigantes), we rode to Nonoava via San Francisco de Borja. The first part of the ride we did last year, fun twisty pavement. Then we rode about 60 miles of dirt mountain road. There was some cool stuff on the road to Nonoava that I did not photograph: The road grader that fell off the cliff just as we rode by. We were on the old road that dead-ended at a rock slide; the new one was under construction up the mountain. The grader fell off, strewing parts down the mountain. The blade made it down to the road we were on. I didn't actually see this, except for the blade by the side of the road. I hope someone got a pic. We rode through one town that looked like an animal graveyard: carcasses all over the place, including a half-decayed pig in the middle of the road. Buzzards flying all over. Another pic I missed. A break on the road to Nonoava: The only place to stay in Nonoava. They made us a nice dinner of chuletas de res.