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Discussion in 'Ride Reports - Epic Rides' started by tricepilot, Dec 1, 2010.
This is Óscar R. Benavides, President of Peru 1914/15 and 1933-1939:
So what? What does a former President of Peru have to do with this?
His grandson, Francisco Benavides, below, and I rode together on the way to Oaxaca. While I stayed in Oaxaca, he went further on to San Cristóbal de las Casas for the Mexico BMW rally. After the rally, Frank came back to Oaxaca and we rode north to the border.
One of the nicest guys around, excellent rider, good story teller, and quite often hilarious
I'll introduce you to a few more equally interesting riding buds as we move along...
Ralph, from Anniston, Alabama. He also rode south to attend the BMW rally in Chiapas. Whips out his pipe at almost every stop. Which is fine by me, in that Ralph's pipe reminds me of my Uncle Charlie, whose pipe filled with Borkum Riff is one of my favorite memories of family visits to New Hyde Park, Long Island, back in the day.
Ralph owned the best "semi-vintage" motorcycle of our small posse. He takes care of that bike like a Swiss watch.
De tal palo, tal astilla,, a chip off the block,
Great thread Bob.
Michoacan, Guerrero, Oaxaca, and Chiapas are my favorite states in MX.
Missing MX in Peru.
This photo is a bit of an optical illusion:
Along with Ralph, on the left, this is Big Jim there on the right (he's 6'6", at least). They're the only real people in the picture.
I took this in a coffee house in Veracruz, sitting Ralph and Jim against a black and white wall poster. I greyscaled the photo to make it look like they were sitting in the crowd when the poster photo was taken.
Along with Frank, Ralph, and Brian, Jim was also a rally rider traveling via Oaxaca. He used to guide for MotoDiscovery, but hasn't done any tours in a couple of years. Has a mental library of jokes that knows no end. Owns a '07 R1200 GSA. He lives fairly close to me here in northeast San Antonio.
all in !
Perhaps a little more perspective on just how tall Big Jim is.
Here he is, holding up Túnel Ogarrio @ Real de Catorce all by himself
He probably could have stuffed LeBron, who torched the Cavs last night with 38 upon his return to Cleveland
Yay trice From a fellow TWT'er. Waiting patiently for more
Great report!! Thanks. Someday I'll . . . . . .
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Looks like a warming trend throughout Mexico......
Easy for her to say !!!!!!!
It warming up here in Southern Illinois--that's for sure
NIce story again also
I know you said something about a weather report, but I'm not seeing any maps...
Mas despacio (y sin ropas), por favor.
HOT! HOT! HOT!
The evening before crossing the Rio Grande on the Hildalgo bridge at Reynosa, the posse was holed up in MacAllen at the usual LaQuinta on 10th street, with the idea of having dinner at the usual Republic of the Rio Grande. I invited some of my friends who live in Reynosa, Arte and his wife Paloma, to come have dinner with us.
Arte is pretty much THE MAN in northern Mexico when it comes to off-road riding in the Sierra Gorda. The list of ride reports in this area in his sig line is growing exponentially.
Arte gently asked if we already had our tourist card and TVIPs in preparation for crossing the next morning at Hildalgo. I told him the posse got TVIPs online, and planned to get tourist cards in Reynosa at the usual aduana.
"Well, you might want to think about getting them at Pharr", he said, explaining that the recent floods in Reynosa had closed the aduana near the Hildalgo bridge. So with Arte's wisdom in mind, in the morning the posse moved just a bit further east, and crossed into the Promised Land on a bright, blue, perfect Saturday morning. After paying the toll on the long, straight Pharr roadway, we pulled up to the open aduana.
Among the people to greet us was a Mexican army soldier, checking us out, sitting atop his vehicle behind his U.S.-made M19 grenade launcher.
A sense of calm enveloped me. I was glad to be out of the U.S. and beyond the reach of cell phone texting teenagers who put our lives at risk every day.
Trice, that was a great evening!
We need to go to Sierra Arteaga for a ride soon, and grill some fat steaks on the woods.
I alway enjoy your ride reports Trice and from the sound of it, it appears we almost crossed paths down there in México. Perhaps you saw me first?
In any case too bad for me, I'm a big fan.
Looking forward to reading more about Oaxaca. It was on my list but my list was too long and time was too short. I'll fix that next time.
Now that the story line is officially across the river, let's take a closer look at that river...
The Rio Grande
Headwaters are in the San Juan Mountains of Colorado
Is the second longest river in the United States
Drains an area about the size of California
Forms the border between the U.S. (Texas) and Mexico for 2/3 of its course
From Laredo/Nuevo Laredo to its mouth in the Gulf, it is the primary source of drinking water for communities in both Mexico and the U.S.
Known in Mexico as the Rio Bravo or Rio Bravo del Norte
Rio Bravo, Tamaulipas (east of Reynosa) is named after the river
Borders the Mexican states of Chihuahua, Coahuila, Nuevo León, and Tamaulipas
(throw in Texas for an excellent trivia question )
Barely navigable by anything other than small boats in most places
Not historically recognized in the 1800s by the Mexican government as the official border between Mexico and the Republic of Texas (Nueces River was the recognized boundry)