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Discussion in 'Ride Reports - Epic Rides' started by HighFive, Mar 1, 2016.
Ok Scott, I've found my hip boots. Now bring it on!
Looking forward to another quality Baja report. We were down the same time and was hoping to bump into to you guys.
Perfect weather and strong dollar = outstanding trip.....
Greetings and salutations to everyone who's joined the party and chimed in. Thanks for all your kind comments!
Great meeting you & your trail-mates at La Huerta hotel, Dave. That really iced the cake on a great day. You really had a diverse group of riders, and it was a lot of fun talking with you guys.
Sorry we missed you guys........it was an Awesome ride!!
Give my best to your Dad!
We are leaving on Friday for two weeks, cant wait. In the mean time keep feeding me my fix!
I direct your attention to Exhibit A: el Caliente - Tub video (posted above). That’s “Hot - Tub” for all you Yankees.
Notice one happy go-lucky Road Dad ordering up a round of Tecates for everyone (jokingly). Oblivious to the tragedy which would unfold tomorrow.
Its his fault really……he broke the 11th Commandment of Adventure Riding:
Thou Shalt Never speak ill of another’s bike during the Ride!
We all heard it. He made one of those disparaging predictions about the KTMs not surviving the ride. And, that we should have rode Yamaha WRRs.
Mark & I made eye contact briefly, but refused to speak of it. Jerry had just jinxed himself, and badly. Poor Road Dad....
In the meantime, we met a very nice couple from California, named Mike & Meredith.
They were quite interested in our travels, and BigDog unfolded his panoramic Mapa for some Show-n-Tell.
“Mapa” is Spanish for Map. Just like “Trucka” is for Truck. Hey, this Spanish thing isn’t so hard after all. Just add an “A” on the end, and pronounce it with a Mexican accent. Piece of cake-a!
Almost bedtime-a . . . .
BUT BigDog can’t find his air mattress. And DingWeed says, “RUH-ROH” in the best Scooby Doo impersonation I’ve ever heard. I’m trying my best to not burst out laughing. Seems his mattress fell off his pack-mule in route today. I would have lost a month's pay on a bet that BigDog would ever lose some of his gear. Now then, he is totally bummed out. And should be…..cause we’re sleeping on rocky ground.
In a last ditch effort, BigDog musters the courage to go over to Mike & Meredith’s camp to ask if they might have an air pad he can borrow. I’ll let him tell the story, but he soon comes back holding a Thermorest with a grin so big you couldn’t wipe it off his face with a pitchfork!
Mighty nice folks down here, I'm telling you.
Beautiful And Just Awesome!
Tracks for Day 1:
Just missed the "gang", looks like you didn't sign Coco's log book, I left a message for Mark. Told Coco you were almost there-- didn't know you would stay in LA Bay. We were tracking Big Dog's SPOT!
Ruh-Roh....you're right, LeeU. I didn't even know about the guest book. Shucks!
Sorry to miss you guys!.......maybe we can see you at 3 Step this season!
Yes---the air mattress went flying across Laguna Salida I guess whilst I was doing my best Baja 1000 racing stance-----dang bungy cords----you can put an eye out with those things. You can get by with bungy cords on a street bike--------but they are a bad idea on a dirt bike------I knew that.
Anyway my nice and small and expensive insulated air core big agnes air mattress was gone and I wasn't going the distance to go back and look for it.
So I went begging for anything -----and Mike and Meredith who were camping there pulls out a really nice therm-a-rest. They are way bigger than I've been carrying for years-----but I was thrilled to not have to sleep on the hard ground.
This was just the 2nd of many acts of kindness bestowed upon us on this ride. I told them I'd bring the mattress back in the morning----and they would have none of that. And insisted I keep it and would not take any money from me---I was prepared to pay MSRP --------plus shipping and delivery of course.
I had a laugh the next morning as I rolled the thing up---my name is Sampson--------------and "Simpson" was wrote on the bag with a big permanent marker---------I will always cherish this bag---and remember Mike and Meredith who we run into again later on.
Maybe Mark needs some Rock Straps!!!
That's what they were fastened with--------no good on a dirt bike------in rough terrain riding aggressively things will wiggle out no matter how tight you pull those straps.
On easy terrain and the road they are fine.
Back on the trail, we reluctantly departed Canyon de Guadalupe.
Before long, we departed from the sandy road onto a marked course which was real sweeeeeet! I didn't even need my GPS to follow the Tracks....just these arrows and the dust cloud in front.
The sand becomes so soft and deep, that some decide to play dodge the cactus instead. A risky game indeed!
I was having fun in the trench, imagining what its like to be a desert racer running this course. But, Road Dad not so much. Or maybe, its the Jinx creeping upon him. He's starting to grow that worried look.
Eventually, we pop out onto the dry lake bed, where we can just let it RIP for miles!
The path leads to pavement, and we slab it around the corner back into the mountains for a while. Mike's Sky Ranch will be our target tonight. But Road Dad starts having troubles. He keeps shaking his WRR nearly into a self-induced tank slapper. DingWeed & I are quite puzzled by this, until we find him stalled on the side of the road. His fuel pump is failing. He is able to gimp into the parking lot of a Lunchera up ahead in San Matias. The only occupied spot for miles around. And he successfully negotiates a pickup haul back to Mexicali with the Cook....we think....maybe. After all, the cook was distracted making us burritos.
FINE burritos, I might add. Some of the best of the trip. His name was Alexis, and he No Habla English. We wondered if Jerry would make it to the border or be put to work in the cocaine fields. It was like watching a game of charades being played between Road Dad and Alexis. While we ordered another round of burritos, of course!
This could possibly be the last photo of Road Dad ever taken:
Vaya con dios, Amigo!
Better Ask Jerry if he’s A-ok.
Better Ask Jerry if he’s A-ok.
Bet he's Already Joining Friends At Home
Laguna Salida Video Uploading.
94,000 miles on Jerry's WR250R---the motor has
never been apart.
Me and Road Dad are the Best Of Friends---------having ridden all over the place.
We ride all the time back at home as he lives not that far from me.
But--------After Road Dad took 2 pictures at the beginning of the ride.
One of the 2 bikes he said would finish the ride without problems-------the Yamaha WR250R's.
And another of the 2 bikes he said would leave major engine parts and electrical gizmo's all over Baja
and the riders would never be seen again-------------the KTM's.
Words he would regret as to have said---and we have other witness's to this statement.
Truthfully------- I worried the same thing.
Owning a WR myself-------I feared he was right.
But it didn't work out that way at all.
And Jerry had dug this huge hole all by himself ----it was a huge hole.
And we collectively thru him in it.
And this is all in good fun---if you didn't realize it.
The pictures he took
The bikes that would make it.
And the bikes that wouldn't.
Sure Glad my bike wasn't jinxed!!!
Oh I am in!
Laguna Salida Dry Lake Bed riding--on the Baja 1000 race course.
A bit noisy video------this is not the camera I normally use.
Select HD if you have the speed.
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Totally IN for this report...looks awesome!
Sorry I'm late catching up to you guys, I got delayed at the border.
Highfive spent the night here on his way home. Scott's Baja stories filled my mind with Baja memories resulting of dreaming nights of cervessa's, fish tacos, the smell of salt water before you see it, the deep sand riding, spectacular views, incredible people and endless dayz of riding. Baja magic creates dust coated smiles and merry laughter.
Never - "NEVER" jinx the bikes.
Subscribed in a large way.
More videos please.