Phileas Abroad: Austin, TX to Tierra del Fuego

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  1. gaahrdner

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    So, I'm going to ride this mofuggin' mighty DR650 that I've spent the last few months rebuilding and upgrading to the swing-low-sweet-chariot nether regions of the Americas, Tierra del Fuego.

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    That's me leaving Austin, TX this morning.

    Firstly, and thusly, my website where I'll be updating mostly and cross-posting from is http://phileasabroad.com, it's a bit, er, light on content right now but I shall rectify that very soon. I'm here to give back to ADVRider because this site is badass and has helped me a ton on my journey so far, reading other ride reports, figuring out DR650 issues, and checking out gear and what not. Also I want to meet some of you crazy bastards and get some great ideas of what I roads I should ride and sites I should see. I probably won't post gear reviews and such in this thread because you smart dudes and dudettes already know about most of that, so it'll just be ride reports. :clap

    Quick background:
    • DR650 is my third bike, first dual sport
    • solo trip
    • cash reserves are bueno
    • no real plan
    • no time limit
    • no real off-road experience

    I started planning this trip back in May, quit my job of 8 years at the end of June and got to work. I was pretty ready to go in November, and then, of course, shit hit the fan. Four year relationship ends, moved out so I have no house. So sad for me.

    Except, wait, no job, no girl, no apartment...holy fuck I have zero responsibilities! This is INCREDIBLE. So I spent the last two months or so getting rid of everything, crashing at a buddy's and finishing up the bike. Hell I even worked out a bit but, you know, beer.

    Left Austin this morning (ok, at noon), and I'm in Ozona, TX right now, yeah, you probably haven't heard of it, neither had I.

    General plan is to cruise west, check out Big Bend and some of the sites, enter Mexico through Baja and get some offroad experience, ferry across to mainland Mexico at Topolobampobambinohowmanymorevowels or Maztalan, and head south. I've set up a map of points of interest so you can get a general lowdown of my route, but I'm essentially winging it.

    I hope to both entertain and delight you all! :freaky

    P.S. No one told me west Texas was so damn windy.:eek1
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  2. pizzaboy

    pizzaboy retiring tomorrow

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    :lurk Have a safe trip
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  3. amockalypsenow

    amockalypsenow dirtybiker cam smith

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    Shaka!

    Have fun!
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  4. gaahrdner

    gaahrdner Adventurer

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    I can say with some experience that riding along I-10 at 80mph with 40mph crosswinds among long haul truckers is something to be avoided if possible.

    After a late start on Monday, in no part due to meeting my friend Jameson and Russell the previous evening it was time to get on up out of Austin. I had to repack and pare down my belongings (again) as the panniers weren’t closing up, so clearly I have too much crap. Shedding of gear is an absolute must at this point, but I’m just not sure what to get rid of; do I ditch one of my jackets? Workout clothes? Do I need all those tools? I’ll struggle on for now, until it becomes unbearable. It’s getting damn close.

    Out of Austin I took 290W, passing through Fredricksburg and Junction before hopping on I-10. Fredricksburg was pretty for the short time I jolted through it, and of course I-10 was straight miserable. It was a straight shot though, and I was pretty sure I could make my destination. Then the winds really picked up. Those “Strong Cross Wind” signs are no joke.

    The DR gets insanely “buzzy” above 70MPH, and extremely touchy in a terrifying way; add some strong cross winds and, well, let’s just say it’s exciting. At one point, immediately after leaving Junction I ran out of gas, the GPS indicating I was a mere 6.3 miles away from the nearest Phillips-Conoco fill-up station. With a quick prayer and flick of the petcock to the reserve setting, I coasted into the station on fumes and then proceeded on towards Balmorhea.

    Which was not to be. The light was dying fast, the wind had picked up heavily but I was determined to make it, until I couldn’t. Sadly I have no pictures of these moments as I left my camera on by accident and drained the battery, and my grip was far too tight as I battled sudden crosswinds almost forcing me into the other lane to turn on the GoPro. Every few minutes I’d hold my hand up to horizon to estimate how much daylight I had left. Sonora whizzed by and I had 45 minutes left, and I definitely wasn’t riding at night on my first night out.

    Exhausted, I pulled into a small town called Ozona, and rented a decent (if not pricey) room at the Travelodge by a bearded woman (no shit) with the largest German shepherd I have ever seen, proceeded to eat the largest chicken fried steak I’ve ever seen at the Hitchin’ Post and passed out, 230 miles under my belt.

    The next day I put on my pants, ate some free rehydrated eggs and headed towards Alpine TX.

    I-10 again, and mostly boring. After about an hour I saw my first wind farm. Oh shit. Luckily, due to the time of day, the crosswinds were manageable, but I did have a few dicey moments. Again, I ran out of gas, but this time on purpose; I wanted to see how far I could go on one tank. The answer? 169 miles, give or take. Far below the 350-400 I had initially estimated, though perhaps I was confused and meant kilometers? Who knows. Add on about 10 more miles for the reserve and I have around a 180 mile range. Not bad I suppose, not great either.

    Anyway. Pulled into Alpine, had a late lunch and checked the town out, before heading to Marfa, where I am staying the night at a little place called El Cosmico. The staff is super nice, they have teepees, and you can camp out for $15 bucks a night, so what’s not too like? I’ll try and check out the Marfa Lights tonight as well, and then tomorrow it’s off to Big Bend.

    Sadly I've been a right douchebag and not taken any pictures as of yet, mostly because it's not readily available. Gonna leave it in my tank bag from now on instead of my backpack. Also, riding with a backpack sucks, so I have stopped doing that.

    Mechanically, I've noticed the cam chain tensioner bolt seems pretty loose and I'm leaking a bit of oil. Not sure how bad this could be to be honest, any suggestions? I suppose I can take it off, put the engine in TDC and retighten it, though I only have a screwdriver, no CCT tool. Might try and wing it to El Paso after Big Bend tomorrow and find a mechanic who can help me out, if it'll last.
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  5. mashrider

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    I don't even know how to answer this, but I am not going to follow this RR good luck
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  6. gaahrdner

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    Uh thanks, I guess?
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  7. gaahrdner

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    Right, so, where was I.

    So, there I am in Marfa, eating some Italian food (because, I mean, why wouldn’t there be an Italian joint in Marfa) and planning on a pretty early night, maybe a beer or two at Lost Horse, as was recommended by the lovely Lauren at El Cosmico (who incidentally was also from Austin).

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    Lauren of El Cosmico (and Austin)

    Out of no where, headlights flash in front of the restaurant. A bunch of Harley’s I think, and pretty soon they are gone. So I pay out, suit up, and head back to the glampsite.

    There is quite a bit of commotion at El Cosmico, and as I pull into the gravel parking lot I can see why; eight Vespas are parked, festooned with all manners of banners and camping gear on their tiny frames. I’m parking when the guys come out of the office.

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    Festooned

    “What are you guys, riding these things across America?” I ask.

    “Hell yeah! That your bike?” the mid-twenties Vespa rider says.

    “Yep.”

    “Where you going, east?”

    “No, I’m going to South America.”

    “Holy shit, really? Where?”

    “All of it man.”

    “No way. Hey Sean! We gotta interview this guy! Come here man, sit down and let me ask you some questions.”

    And that is how I’m introduced to 4K The Hard Way, eight friends riding Vespas from L.A. to Key West over the course of three weeks. There’s a few rules, as there always are; no highways, you can’t pay for lodging, and of course you must ride a Vespa.

    Alex Westmore is the man asking questions, and his buddy Sean Hill mans the camera. They mostly just want to know why anyone would go on such a trip (for the same reason they are, we come to find out, obviously, because you can) and are making a documentary (maybe) about their journey. These lucky bastards are sponsored by Vespa, Alpinestars and have a chase truck, so I’m a bit envious.

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    Many scoots.

    Also riding, and apparently the ring leaders of these merry madmen are Armie Hammer and Tyler Ramsey, which meant nothing to me until we actually left Marfa the next day, when a local asks Armie, “You’re in the movies right?”, and he whispers “Yeah.” Seriously, I thought it was a bit pompous to nick name yourself after the branch of the military you served in when I first met the guy. What’s that they say about assumptions?

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    You just need some gas Armie, those things have a 17 mile range.

    Anyway, they went to dinner, came back, we drank some beer, and partied until about 3AM, the only people camping out in 22° weather there in Marfa. It was as good as times can get!

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    Ashton filming Jeremy giving Lauren a ride; Jordan probably wondering if he’s going to have repair another scooter.

    The next day, we wake up early (11AM) and decide to grab some breakfast. The 4K guys somehow order 24 burritos for the eight of them, I’m good with my one; either way they were delicious, thanks Mama.

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    Marfa Burrito

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    Tyler Ramsey’s scooter ; Armie’s looked similar by that afternoon.

    Alright, so it was finally time to go, but not before stopping at Wrong Marfa, a local art gallery/shop. Check out these amazing pieces:

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    Stands about 3 feet tall, and is an armoire.

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    Costs $100,000, and each chamber holds a bottle of liquor, and the cylinder spins. Oh, and it took 7 months to carve. The barrel flops down so you can store your tumblers, and there is a hidden drawer for…well, use your imagination.
    The artist is definitely a talented individual, I sure hope he sells some pieces, alas, I can not afford any of them. With the 4K The Hard Way’s political debts paid to the Marfa significants (yes, sponsorship has its costs), it was time to hit the road. Except some people had to get some gas.

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    Damn it can we go already.

    I was headed to Big Bend, and the boys were headed to San Antonio. That is some 400 miles away, and what with us leaving at noon, I had no idea how they hell they were going to make it. I rode out with them until Marathon and then headed south to Big Bend.

    To the 4K Gentlemen; rock on, I hope you make it to Key West, and it was a pleasure riding with y’all!

    You can follow those guys here if you want: https://www.facebook.com/thevespaadventure
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  8. Tex76

    Tex76 Motersykle Advntyers

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    Absolutely in!! Keep representing the greatest country in the world (Texas!). I will be doing a trip like yours on my DR650 one of these damn days so get ready to be ripped off! Best of luck brother, if you need anything shipped to you while you're out, you got a resource here. Damnit, I'm so jealous. :clap

    Edit: about the CCT bolt, tighten and see if that fixes the leak, if it doesn't it is probably your CCT gasket. Very common problem and not to hard to fix, though you do need to pop off the oil lines. Best to take care of that now though and get an extra CCT gasket to bring along or some RTV sealant at least. Via con Dios!
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  9. surg7498

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    Good luck, I spend lots of time in Austin and live in San Antonio

    Keep that oil level checked and ride safe! :clap
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  10. CGgunner

    CGgunner Globe Rover

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    Following along, hopefully you can get JDowns on here, he's on a Sherpa in Columbia. He has a bunch of good experiences and advice.

    My one piece would be get your vehicle importation and visa at the border, LaPaz is a madhouse if you don't. Also try Otay Mesa to cross. There's a fairly new cutoff road that will bypass all the TJ traffic pain and dump out in Rosarito.

    Malirimo in GN is a good place. Recardos Rice n Beans in Ignacio even better. Casa Buena in LaPaz is great.

    safe trip!
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  11. gaahrdner

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    Hey thanks man, I just might take you up on that shipping offer. :deal

    I got the CCT fixed, but it was much worse than what you thought; I'll post more about it in my next update. I'll definitely look into getting an extra gasket though!
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  12. gaahrdner

    gaahrdner Adventurer

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    Dude, excellent suggestions, thanks so much! I'll check em out and add them to the Baja list of things to see/eat/do!
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  13. poolman

    poolman Gnarly Poolside Adv.

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    All the best for s safe and unforgettable journey!

    :ricky :ricky


    Cheers,

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  14. McRuss

    McRuss Been here awhile

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    Haven't subscribed to a trip for a while but this one looks like a weener. I used to travel in Baja lots back in the 90's (before I moved to San Antonio) and crossed at Tecate. Stay away from TJ! There are several Rice and Beans, all good. You could also cross at Calexico and go south to San Felipe and cross over through Coco's Corner. Road is probably rough (was 15 years ago...) but a good DR road. Anyway, ride well and keep us entertained!
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  15. gaahrdner

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    Big Bend, the jewel of the west. Ok, I may have made that part up.

    Either way, I've always heard great things about this national park, but being a 10 hour drive from Austin it's not something you just up and decide to visit on a Friday after work. I rolled into the park right as the sun started to set, and managed to snap a few photos (though Ansel Adams I'm not while wearing motorcycle gloves).

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    Spent the night in Chiso's Basin, not much to report, but luckily it was 30+ degrees that night. Unluckily I spilled water all over my sleeping bag, so, yeah.

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    Next day, I was up bright and early and rode on down to the Santa Elena Canyon, before heading up my first non-paved road, Old Maverick Road.

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    This is where the Eye of Sauron used to sit before Aragorn defeated the Dark Lord, now affectionally called "Mule Ears."

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    Luna's Jacal, a house made of dirt, stone and plants this guy built and raised 18 kids in. How many kids do you think I could have if I can convince a woman to live with me on a motorcycle?

    So yeah, Big Bend was beautiful but my bike was not really happy with me. Remember that cam chain tensioner issue I mentioned? I was sure this was the cause of oil leaking all over the engine, and I was keen to push it to El Paso and get some repairs done at the Suzuki dealership there in town.

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    You should not be loose Mr. CCT bolt.


    I hauled ass out of Big Bend and headed north on 118, before realizing I had zero power left on my gadgets. Not a huge deal, but I would have no way of finding the damn dealership since I didn't have a map of Texas (who needs maps of the state they live in, am I right?). Luckily I have a 12v cigarette charger, so while gassing up in Terlingua, I plugged in my USB charger and my phone and...nothing. Damn thing must have been broken. Well this wouldn't do, so I pulled off to the side, ripped off the front fairing and set out to repair it, but, alas it was fried. While doing so, a friendly dude with a southern drawl asked me if I needed any help, and, while I didn't, I explained my concern about the CCT bolt and what not. He ran a dual sport rental shop right next to the gas station, said his name was Dan Dickie, and if I needed anything else to come find him. Of course I didn't though, right? I mean, I was going to El Paso to get some repairs.

    And that's when the wheels fell off.

    As you go north on 118 from the Alon gas station there, you climb a pretty steep hill, with Bee Mountain to your left. POP POP POP and the bike dies as I barely climb the hill. Startled, I start it up again (reluctantly), nudge it into second, hit about 30 mph and POP POP dead. Oh man, I am fucked I thought. There was no way I could make it to El Paso, every time I hit some higher RPMs the bike would backfire insanely and then die. After a few minutes of cursing and generally behaving insanely (why wouldn't I expect the 6th time to be different), I turned around and coasted down the hill to get Dan's help.

    The man was a saint and, while he couldn't do anything for me, he knew a guy in town who he said was a "motorcycle genius, and he's only 5 miles away, but he knocks off at 3:30 sharp so get moving," and off I went. I eventually found the entrance Dan had described, crawled up a few dirt roads and ended up at Cycletek, where a man in shorts impatiently motioned me over, and as I pulled up, exclaimed "God damn your bike sounds loud as shit."

    This was how I met Ralph Delmar.

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    It was immediately apparent to me that Ralph knew what the fuck he was talking about, and had zero time for games, bullshit, and general malarkey, so we got to work. Or rather, he and his employee Darren got to work, while I sat around feeling generally useless snapping a few photos.

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    Ralph determined that the CCT, while not broken, had no more threads left so the bolt had popped loose, so he installed a helicoil and a replacement seal and reset the cam chain.

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    Ralph fixing my CCT.

    The leaking oil was due to a missing washer on each banjo bolt on the oil line. Yeah, not sure how I missed that one. And the noise? Well, that was due to the exhaust valves being insanely out of adjustment, so much so (yet so exact) that the local shop I took it to must have confused inches and millimeters when setting the clearances. Luckily, no major damage (so far).

    Everything was finally sorted, and Ralph offered to let me camp out at his place that night, as there was no way I was getting out of Terlingua that night. The amount of stars you can see on his property is ridiculous, I've never seen that many, and sadly my poor astrophotograpy skills do not do the sight justice.

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    Seriously there were so many stars, that light is from the moon rising.


    But, let's back up a bit, because Ralph suggested a local place called La Kiva, which turned out to be a bar/restaurant built into the dirt, decorated with fossils and local knickknacks, and a giant copper kettle to piss in. It was, and is, completely awesome, and I know a number of friends back in Austin who would absolutely love the place and make it their local. And of course, the beers were on me.

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    And so, while finishing up my brisket calzone (it's no Franklin's) and a Big Bend Porter, I meet these two dudes, Curt and Bob a.k.a. Waldo and we get to chatting about Riding, specifically, Riding In Big Bend.

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    Bob's from Illinois (an Illinoisian?) and comes down to Big Bend every winter, and this is Curt's second (maybe third?) time in the area, but he rode with Bob last year. He's a farmer from Iowa who has a badass Harley he uses for Iron Butt Association challenges when he's not getting dirty in Big Bend.

    Bob's a bit of a local legend in the area, and has a motorcycle related story for every possible situation. He also rides something like 30,000 miles a year. Yeah, that's a shit ton of miles.

    They like my trip, and Curt was even down in Ushuaia many years ago, but rode north to Santiago. I tell them all about my plans, and my fears, about Baja and how I'm a bit nervous offroad and right then and there it's decided that Bob and Curt are taking me riding the very next day, and damnit if we're not doing River Road west to east (and some other roads I have forgotten the name of).

    Anyway, not to ramble on, but here's the GoPro outcome of my first forays into off-roading under the tutelage of Waldo, with Curt riding sweeper and generally helping me pick up my bike.

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    I could write a lot more about my new found love for Big Bend, Terlingua, and it's residents, but we're over 1200 words here on this blog post and most of you probably have skimmed past. If you're ever in the area and need someone to ride with, find Waldo (he rides a KLX250). If you need to rent a bike, find the gracious Mr. Dan Dickie (and find him in Tennessee when it's not winter). And if you need an honest and smart mechanic who also knows the backroads, talk to Ralph Delmar at Cycletek.

    Thank you gentlemen, I still owe you one, and I surely can not wait to get back to that area of Texas again.
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  16. gaahrdner

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    If it's not clear I was way faster and more confident at the end of that video lol.
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  17. hanksmybuddy

    hanksmybuddy Been here awhile

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    Subscribed to this one. :clap

    Rented a bike from Dan Dickie up in Tenn a couple of years ago. Salt of the earth. Loaned me his truck to go to dinner and was a great help in giving me local advice where to ride for 4 days. Bike I rented from him, Yamaha Tenere, was set up nice and a pleasure to cruise around on. Would highly recommend him if you need to rent a bike, shoot the shit or drink a cold one with.

    Dan at his shop in Tenn.......


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  18. gaahrdner

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    Been a while, here's an update; tomorrow, Baja.

    I&#8217;m currently in Yuma, and tomorrow I&#8217;ll be headed to Calexico/Mexicali to cross over into Baja. I&#8217;ve been living in the lap of hotel luxury here and taking care of a few maintenance issues as well. Seriously, the hotel gives you free beer at 5PM every day. But I suppose I owe a bit of an update for the last week, however boring it might be.

    So, following Big Bend, Curt and I decided to ride together to El Paso, via Route 170 (a.k.a. &#8220;River Road&#8221;), which is easily one of the best motorcycling roads out there. Turn after turn greets you as you ride along the Rio Grande, encountering elevation drops as you pass through Lajitas and Presidio, eventually turning north to meet I-10, or, continuing on to Mexico. Curt was headed to San Diego to attempt an Iron Butt challenge, entitled &#8220;50cc,&#8221; whereby you ride coast to coast in 50 hours or less. If it sounds insane, that&#8217;s because it is; hopefully he&#8217;s made it! Anyway, a few photos from River Road:

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    View from the highest point of River Road. Note all the rocks from rock slides.

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    This was at the top of a 15% gradient, great view.

    Great ride, but we couldn&#8217;t take it all the way so headed north on 67, back to Marfa. Somehow I just can&#8217;t escape that town. On the way towards the highway, we passed a random Prada store, in the middle of nowhere. Pretty wild, and apparently an art installation.

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    http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Prada_Marfa

    Other than that, a pretty uneventful (and longish, ~340 miles) ride to El Paso where we crashed for the night in a Red Roof Inn. And I finally got to take a glorious shower.

    The next day, I was keen to check out White Sands, for god knows what reason, and Curt figured he&#8217;d ride along too, having never been. The ride into New Mexico was extremely boring, just the straightest flattest road you&#8217;ve ever seen, the only saving grace being the extreme cold I experienced. An hour in I could barely feel my hands, the temperatures having dropped 20 degrees and the wind picking up as we approached the Sacramento mountains. I eventually had to stop at some random gas station, warm up my frozen digits over a hot dog warming machine and put on my winter gloves for the first time. Curt, being from Iowa, had his handy electric heated vest, and was quite content. Bastard.

    Anyway, we eventually made it to White Sands, and wow, it&#8217;s fairly incredible. You ride in to the Tularoa basin, and in the middle are these massive gypsum dunes, the largest in the world. It&#8217;s very fine stuff, and can probably damage your electrical equipment, though, not as dangerous to cameras as Whitehaven Beach sand (p.s. I miss Australia).

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    Crusted gypsum on my rims. It would last for days.

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    Taken from about 30 feet up on some dunes.

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    After an hour or so of riding around, Curt and I split up. He wanted to see Death Valley before attempting his ride, and I decided to go see Roswell, NM.

    How silly of me.

    The ride to Roswell, while only 140 miles or so (and scenic), crawls through the Sierra Blanca mountains, passing by a number of Native American owned casinos. This is Apache land, and I find it odd that, while you pass by Tribal Bureau&#8217;s, you see scores of churches jutting up from the mountainsides. The worst part is the wind, and the cold. The wind races down the mountains, and as I ride from valley to valley the little DR650 is constantly subjected to gusts; the &#8220;strong crosswinds&#8221; signs are (again) no joke.

    I eventually make it to Roswell, and&#8230;everything is closed. MLK day of course, even proprietors of alien artifacts take the day off. Cursing my poor decision I rent a decent room at a very affordable rate, debate my windy ride out the next day, and pass out. Skip Roswell if you&#8217;re ever in the neighborhood, that&#8217;s my advice. I did grab a nice breakfast at the Cowboy Cafe, and spotted this sweet truck.

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    Classy.

    The next day I&#8217;m determined to make some time and head to Tucson, non-stop. I rode and rode and rode, maybe some 500 miles or so, it was fairly uneventful. I will mention that I have never driven or ridden through so many Border Patrol checkpoints. At one point I turned off the highway (my GPS was set to avoid them) right before a checkpoint and was greeted not less than a mile down the road by two Border Patrol trucks, one blocking my lane and one on the shoulder. The agent put out his hand, and I guess I&#8217;ll never know if he was waving to me as a greeting, or to pull me over, because I was ~350 miles into my trip, the sun was setting, and I just blasted right by them. Maybe I&#8217;m on some list now?

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    Eventually ended up in Tucson, where I spent a day or two just sleeping, I hadn&#8217;t been feeling well as it was. I really contemplated going north to see the Grand Canyon, then through Vegas and Pahrump to Death Valley to see the stars, but, damnit, I was so tired of the cold so I decided to put on my new tires and head towards Yuma before crossing into Mexico.

    I found a place a few miles north of my hotel, on the way towards Yuma who would spoon the tires on, and waited around a few hours for the task to be completed.

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    When it was done, well, they had a bit of surprise for me.

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    Well, that&#8217;s not right.

    Apparently I had lost both rear caliper pins. These hold the brake pads in place, and would explain the sponginess I had been feeling the last day or two. I have no idea how they were lost; maybe they were never installed? Maybe someone took them (why)? Who knows. Ride Now wasn&#8217;t going to be able to get them ordered until Tuesday though (it being a Friday), so, I was out of luck.

    Except. I had noticed a brand new DR650 out front, and after a few minutes and some cajoling asked, perhaps they could let me have those pins, and just add the new ones to my bill? Surely you don&#8217;t sell that many (they had just sold one last week). Well, an hour later, after going through the chain of command, the answer was yes, and they didn&#8217;t even charge me overnight shipping! Fantastic!

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    Lucas at RideNow Ina, helping a brother out.

    A few minutes later I was on my way, and then a few hours later, I&#8217;m in Yuma. I booked a room at the Clarion Suites, and grabbed a meal. Seriously though, this hotel is amazing. They give you two free adult beverages at 5PM everyday, the rooms are huge and only $70. What a country.

    A quick note on Yuma, and southwest Arizona in general though. Never have I felt more unsafe riding around than in this city, and in this general area. The roads are filled with AARP members and Canadians, all hell-bent on driving their trucks in the slowest and most erratic manner possible, often just cutting across lanes, or pulling out of side streets with nary a glance to surrounding traffic. It must be the heat. It's enough to a drive a man insane, and I've thrown curses from behind my matte black helmet multiple times a day. I spoke with my mom (hi mom) and she mentioned that apparently, as a youth, it was a possibility we would have perhaps lived in this god awful place. Can you imagine? I'm certain I would have shot someone due to road rage by now. Seriously, I'm sure some anti-Arabic jingoistic zealots may disagree with me, but the next time you're in a conversation and someone offers up the "nuke 'em into glass" argument towards some Middle Eastern country, consider proffering Yuma as an alternative. We could easily relocate everyone who's visiting and living here first, perhaps to Oman.

    I digress.

    Tomorrow I go to Baja.

    Satphone is activated.

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    I paid -$200 for this phone.

    I&#8217;ve got a handy card for the amazing people I&#8217;m going to meet.

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    I HAVE ALL THE KOALIFICATIONS.

    And I just saw &#8220;Lone Survivor,&#8221; so I&#8217;m feeling pretty pumped up about this whole adventure.

    My god, the septuagenarians are here for their free beer. It&#8217;s about time to wrap this post up, it&#8217;s going to get rowdy.

    Full post with links because I'm not relinking everything at: http://phileasabroad.com/pre-mexico-week/
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  19. gaahrdner

    gaahrdner Adventurer

    Joined:
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    Location:
    Austin, TX
    Hey peeps, I'm in Guerrero Negro right now, and a few days behind on posting. Tomorrow I'm headed towards San Ignacio, and maybe Mulege, but here's an update if anyone is still reading this. :rofl

    I crossed over into Baja through a border town whose name changes depending on what side of the border you're on; in the U.S.A. it's Calexico, south of the border it's Mexicali. Either way, it's what I imagine your typical border town is like; auto parts store and mini marts abound, and on the U.S. side multiple insurance companies dot the road leading to the crossing, a reminder that a policy is required lest you kill some poor sap.

    Crossing the border couldn't have been easier, the Mexican migración officers just wave you on by and then there you are, in Mexico. Immediately you're greeted by rows and rows of farmacias on either side of the street (clearly for the medical vacationing gringo, and probably with gringo prices to boot), with the occasional drug addict (or maybe just a drunk) sat down on a street curb as taxi fleets consisting of what appears to be 1998 Mitsubishi Galants flit by, ever honking their horns in an attempt to pick up pedestrians.

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    Need some viagra?

    I however, have other plans; in my prior research I found that, while you don't need a tourist visa to hang out in Baja, you do need one should you cross to the mainland, and it's a bit of a hassle to get one in La Paz (where the ferry departs from) so one may as well get one here, in Mexicali. I drive around the block a few times looking for some sort of "Migración" sign but, nada, and eventually stop at what appears to be a government building to ask where I can get my TVIP. Sadly, my naiveté has already gotten the better of me, as the four government employees have no idea what the hell I'm talking about. Eventually I get out of them that I need to head to the airport, which is about 20 miles away.

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    Of course, once I get to the airport, I quickly realize I have misunderstood these hombres; what I meant to understand was that the bureaucratic office I need was on the way to the airport, so I turn back around and head back towards Mexicali. There's another border crossing east of the city, with scores of eighteen wheelers waiting to enter into the U.S. I ride past them, find the correct office, and begin the process of getting a tourist visa, which goes something like this:

    1. Go to a small building for vehicle importations, and learn that you need a tourist visa.
    2. Go to another building that handles tourist visas, and get your passport stamped, and a bill.
    3. Go back to the first building and pay for your visa.
    4. Return to the tourist visa office, and retrieve your passport.
    5. Go back to the first building that issues temporary vehicle importation passes, pay a refundable $400 deposit and receive your papers, and you're on your way!
    6. Marvel at the efficiency of the Mexican bureaucracy, and ponder how many more steps there will be the further south you go.

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    This happened as well:

    I still have no idea why.

    Anyway, paperwork was in order, and it was time to mosey down to San Felipe, a desert town on the Sea of Cortez. Not sure what to expect, I took the MEX 5 south, a two hour journey through increasingly rural areas. The roads are well-paved, if not boringly straight. There were some sights, though I didn't manage to get as many pictures as I wanted as I was still struggling with all my camera gear.

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    This wrecked plane was piloted by Denzel Washington, and most everyone survived. Honestly I was a bit surprised to see a random plane on the side of the road.

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    The view for two hours, interrupted by trucks and Pemex stations every once in a while.

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    So much road.

    Eventually I wearily pulled into San Felipe, and scouted for hotels. With names like El Capitan and El Cortez, I settled on a particularly Mexican joint named Caribe Hotel, that had a courtyard where I could secure my motorcycle.

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    I sadly did not spend a lot of time in San Felipe, and in hindsight I should have spent a day exploring. You ride into town through the main road, with small grocery stores and mechanic shops lining the streets until you reach the Malecon (boardwalk), and the Sea of Cortez. On the Malecon are the majority of restaurants, and when I say majority I mean maybe ten to fifteen; so far I've had to reevaluate what I believe "a lot" or "large city" mean with regards to my worldview.

    Anyway, here's a typical room you'll get for 500 pesos.

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    My First Mexican Hotel Room®

    I crashed pretty hard, had some huevos rancheros the next morning, and headed towards Puertocitos.

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    Huevos Rancheros, it means Eggs Rancheros.
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  20. K_N_Fodder

    K_N_Fodder Long timer

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    I'm in, brother. Don't listen to a thing Hanksmybuddy sez. Are you on TWT? Those guys would lap this up.

    Justin
    (in Wyoming, from Bend... from Austin...)
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