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Discussion in 'Ride Reports - Epic Rides' started by Romanousky, Jan 9, 2013.
Sweet! Perfect start to an ADVENTURE!
And open flames.
After staying in San Fran we hit the road and shot over to HWY 1 as fast as possible and cruised the coastline. We spent the night in an overpriced campground at Big Sur. On the way I had to remove my gas soaked boot because me skin was getting irritated and ran with a Nike the rest of the day. At camp I filled the boot with soap, tied on some parachute cord, and chucked it in the river. <?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-comfficeffice" /><o></o>
This might help, it says Ethanol in gas is the smell and to run the clothes through the dryer a few times.
Thank you kind sir. I've ran it through once and KLIM says "Low" heat so I don't want to hurt it. I even called KLIM and asked about my situation...they were of very little help. Just said not to use abrasive pumice/silicone materials or it will clog the gortex. I hear the tropics solve most problems so I'll just let it ride.
Another virtual ride for me!
I found out that everyone who told me that MSR and PRIMUS have interchangeable thread patterns are lying!! My XGK fuel pump leaked like a siv once I pumped it up. It screwed on to the Primus bottle fine but doesnt work under pressure. So Alex made a sweet stove out of 3 beer cans. <?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-comfficeffice" /><o></o>
The next morning we hit the road. Absolutely amazing riding up and down the hills of the coastline. We stopped at a beach and some surfers told us we had to go spend the night in Jalama beach. The road to get there was 14 miles of perfect biking and got a decent spot on the beach. Some Coors and a bottle of Jameson later and we slept well. <o></o>
Got up and hammered the road through Santa Barbara, Malibu, and then dove into the LA interstates.
Somewhere along the way I tried to hop a curb...bike dosen't handle quite the same as it used to:
Tonight (Saturday) we stayed with a friend of mine in LA. My bike is slightly leaking coolant at the water pump and a little oil from the clutch cover. Well do a little bike maintenance tomorrow and then cruise to San Diego where we will stay with my Aunt. Then hit the border early Monday morning. YES!!<o></o>
I'm in. You guys rock! Could be a good adventure.
As you can see I made an attempt to put a hotlink in my signature to my spot tracker location.....it is not working with the html script. anyone know how to do this?
Looks like you're up for a great adventure
Have fun !!!
Write a word like Spot on your signature page then Highlight it , click the icon with the globe and link and paste the URL in the prompt, . Easier than a ride share on CL. Oops that's how you make a shorter link . Guess I didn't answer your ?
Thanks. Just sitting in a shitty hotel in Ensanada because it took FOREVER to find someone to insure our bikes. After driving around the city for hours in my soaking sweaty gasoline soaked suit we got a quote for $170. No thanks, I'll get a hotel room, a 6-pack, and a pint and purchase my insurance online. Done! Bajabound for $90 and off for fish tacos.
Not missing much here in Oregon. Gloomy freezing fog for the last few days. Sucks.
Been there done that....not missing it. However i am missing all the snowmobiling this season. Made it to the mountain twice this year but it will make next all the better.
On Saturday we stayed with my good buddy Robert in LA. He was an awesome host. Not only provided booze, food, and a place to crash but helped us do some bike maintenance. We changed out all the sprockets and chains to alleviate Alex of about 20 lbs of excess weight. Robert was invaluable for the tools and help he provided and we thank him very much.
Last night Alex and I stayed at my great Aunt Betty’s house in San Diego. She made us Lasagna with salad with her homemade blue cheese dressings…and some beer….excellent. She is also well travelled in Mexico and used to own a place in Rosarito on the Baja. She gave us some great info and insisted on us visiting Scammons lagoon for some whale watching/petting.
Woke up early today and hit Walgreen’s in San Diego for some Malaria pills, batteries, and some rubbing alcohol. It’s a long story but we didn’t have any white gas for my MSR XGK stove and thought alcohol would burn fine…..it didn’t.
Flew through the border around 9:30 AM in Tijuana and nobody stopped us. Nothing……so would drove to Ensada where we quickly got passport stamps and then headed out for Insurance. Everyone gave us different directions for different agency’s and by the time we found one (after 3 hours of intercity travel) they quoted us $170 for 60 days. Our original plan was to make it to San Felipe today but decided it was too late and opted for a hotel room in the city. Got the room, got fish tacos, got beer, got whiskey, got online, got our insurance. Then we tried to fire the stove in the room to rid my bags of some of the MRE’s but the alcohol would work.
I would say that the real adventure started today. Woke up, got the worst coffee in the world, and snuck the bikes out of the hotel room. Got on the road and out of Ensenada at a reasonable hour. We planned to ride to San Felipe and change my tires out for some good off-road riding down the Sea of Cortez coastline.
..I made an attempt to use my GPS unit and typed in San Felipe
.hit Go To
.it dropped a purple line to follow and we started blindly following it. After about an hour of riding and staring at the sun and thinking it is in the wrong place, I zoomed out and my GPS is taking us to a San Felipe in the center of the Baja
..not on the coastline! Too late now, lets pound pavement until we hit a decent town. Problem was, the next decent town was 350 miles away
We did take a couple pit stops for a little off-roading.
90% of this 350 miles was through desolate desert. Granted, there were 20 mile sections through snaking curves that were amazing. As far as scenery goes I couldnt believe the plateau rock formations, variety of cacti, sand to boulders back to sand
it was quite impressive.
Alex is already nervous about his fuel supply and after 130 miles he hits reserve and is borderline frantic. A few miles later we run up on a hut with the good ol Gasolina sign. The gas was straight RED. But it seemed to burn just fine in the dizzers.
See...the gas is RED.
Shortly after we see a semi-truck on the side of the road a slow just a little and then all of a sudden Alex picks up the pace by about 15 mph. "Slow down dude"......."did you see that?"......"what, the semi?"....."no dude there was a skeleton of a human on the side of the road right behind the semi"....."nope I missed that". At first I kind of questioned this but I know Alex is a smart guy and he's not too jumpy and now he wants to cruise at an excessive speed. Well, due to the events that occured the following day and do not doubt that it was a skeleton. :eek1
At about 4:30 we started getting nervous
.the sun was disappearing. We rolled into Guerro Negro at about 6:30 in the pitch black. First hotel wanted $50 and parking didnt look too good so we dove deeper into town. After a stroll through sketchyville we landed a good place with restaurant and bar
.cant recall the name but the whole palce was based on tourism for the whale watching in Scammons Lagoon that Aunt Betty told us about!
We were beat, almost fell asleep at dinner, drank a couple Sol clamatos and crashed out hard.
What are the temps and how's the Badlands working out for you , minus the fuel smell of course.
Temps in the desert are around 108* (that is what my Vapor says). Coastline is anywhere from 92-98. The jacket is nice, it flows lots of air. The problem with the desert is that it is so dry I don't sweat for some natural AC.The pants are lacking a little in the air flow department but not too terrible. I think the humidity of central america may be rather disturbing. We will see.
I'm jumping ahead of myself but since it is fresh in my mind I'm posting about our witnessing of the Cartel in action.
I have a friend that ran the Baja on his Dizzer a few months back so he gave me a couple pointers on this area. The only 2 towns that he mentioned we should quickly breeze through were the City of Insurgents and the City of Constitution.
So we roll up on the City of Insurgents and all we can see is smoke blowing across the road and flames shooting up along the fence line. Oh great! It's a miniature war zone. Not really, just a brush fire that got out of control. We stop for gas and fill up with no issues. Blow through town and start to enter the city of Constitution. No big deal, breeze through town.
THEN, about 7 miles south of the city of Constitution we see a group of about 15 Hispanics only 30 ft off the highway in the middle of the desert surrounding something. They look well dressed with collared shirts, cowboy hats, Levi's, and shiny belt buckles. Then I notice what they are standing around.....a man has his hands tied behind his back around a fence post with a knapsack over his head. Of course I do a double take and some of the entourage are staring at me and sure enough they've got this poor bastard strung up good in this no mans land of cactus and sweltering heat. Looking forward and twisting my wrist I get the hell out of dodge. I immediately call Alex on the SENA....."dude did you see that"....."you mean the guy with the knapsack on his head"...."aaaaaa yeah, and the nicely dressed men up in his face more than likely inflicting pain"....."yeah"....."we need to get the hell out of here"...."yep".... A few miles down the road we passed tour buses heading the other way. Well aren't they in for a nice surprise....."on your right hand side you will see the Cartel beating an in-obedient man for failing to deliver the goods".
I've read a number of ride reports and haven't come across any that have actually witnessed the cartels (I'm sure they are out there so you don't need to post all the links). So I feel rather privileged that I got to see this. Anyway, I'll update with photos and the rest of the trip later today.
You guys have a great attitude. Can't wait for future installments.