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Discussion in 'Ride Reports - Day Trippin'' started by Lost Roadie, Jan 28, 2009.
I love you.
Don't ever change.
Oso, I'll be updating soon. Been riding a little more instead of writing given the opportunity... go figure.
I'm jumping on a plane tomorrow for a couple weeks of rock and roll fun, and planning on getting to work here on my upcoming forced days off, so much to post, so little time.
The Berg is great!
Yo Chief, Thank you very much! And welcome to ADVrider.com.
Beware this ADV stuff is more addicting than crack.
A few photos from this past week.... there's a new bike in the family for Nancy.
This is gonna get good.
I never have been one to tell a story in proper order.
Great stuff. You are making me wanna go out and start making some vids..but with much crappier cameras and editing software.
Years in the music, new media and digital arts industry, and I have come to the conclusion that I missed the memo on how to live. You Sir Roadie, have the plan mastered. Love your reports, images both moving and still and choice in routes.
Subscribed for life. Cheers!
You made her restage that dirtnap right? No way a genetleman such as yourself would take a photo first and then maybe go help out...
Man this dirt riding is not easy.... Especially these huge mountains Sir Finn takes me on
Sometimes I wonder if he just has a lot of confidence in me or is he really trying to kill me?
One thing is for sure, the little red piggy is so much easier than my 650 GS.... So I will continue to to enjoy every minute of it ... hopefully soon you won't see me on my ass so much
Dirt riding has a bit of a learning curve. I've gone through it myself over the last two years. I started out with a bigger bike (about the size of your GS) and decided it was too big for me. Then got a smaller bike and started really learning how to ride. Now, a couple of trips to Death Valley later, I've gotten a lot better, and I feel like I can better control the bigger bike now.
so happy to see this thread going again
I have a feeling between your dogged determination and Finn's mentoring you'll get the hang of it real soon.
We like to call your method as 'parking by feel'.
And with much practice, we've all become pretty proficient at it. I've been riding over 30 years, raced for 18 of that, and can't count the number of times that I threw my bike on the ground because it was being bad.
A good crash is better than any e-ticket ride you can imagine. You're the pig, not the chicken in this breakfast, so you might as well enjoy the ride while it lasts.
Thank you all for your kind words of encouragement. This bike will make me a better rider! Cant wait to go to Death Valley:eek1
and..... when ever shes bad, I will have to throw her on the ground!
Now that the rain is gone, i can go ride
let's ride Rowher!!!
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OK - how did you get around this!???
Sunday November 11th, San Philippe.
Posting here with the iPad Mini after sorting through my photos at a local coffee spot, with all the excitement of finally getting on the Baja 1000 course early in the day.
Not knowing what to expect with my last 2 times in Baja being quite a different experience then what I expected this time, hell I have no idea what to expect this time when the truth comes out.
We had the Winter Madness ride on Roadie the Roadster:
And the Debacle on the Big Red Pig before that, the trip being cut short.
Back in my room I had great company for the short time I was awake, being able to stare at my bike and daydream about what we were going to attempt to do - ride the course as fast as possible, survive (enjoy) the ride to LaPaz, get my favorite tacos at The Spot, then haul ass back north to catch The Race from a yet to be determined location where I could camp out along the course without any crowds nearby. I had 4 days, come Thursday morning The Race would begin for over a thousand racers.
My race started today.
Sleep came easy, I knew I was going to need my energy.
A few times throughout the night the sounds of race motors thundered around the motel courtyard waking me up, and probably added to the stressful dreams of running and running with trophy trucks breathing fire roaring up behind me in the dark….
The sun was out, adventure thick in the air…. too bad the restaurant workers didn't feel the same way I did - after sitting for a half hour waiting for one egg I left, not having the patience for the slightly more laid back service that is common south of the border. It was time to go south, my clock was ticking!
And I wasn't alone on the course with plenty of racers still pre-running. On one hand it made me pay close attention to what was behind me, right out of San Philippe the course started BAM!!! with miles and miles of big whoops, the kind a bike gets swallowed by if you don't keep up your speed. It was a slap into reality and a hell of a way to start, Baja was letting me know that this wasn't going to be easy and I was going to have to dig in deep with some extra determination to accomplish what I set out to do. BAM!!!
It was exciting, I love a challenge, and there was nothing to complain about. New territory for me.
Time and miles went by, with sections of the course opening up to places I could ride faster, I was settling into a pace that I was happy with, haling ass in places where I felt comfortable, slowing it down in places I needed to improve on my techniques. (miles of 3' whoops)
One thing was for certain, the Mighty Husaberg felt good. Real good. I had a decent amount of miles on it before this trip, we've bonded pretty well, but I started to feel things I hadn't felt before, like clues to pick up along the trail of how it wanted to be rode and things it liked and didn't like with my camping gear and new tires on it. For the most part, TMH (The Mighty Husaberg) liked to go - fast! The harder I pushed it the more stable it felt, especially when in rock gardens on on sand. Go fast, more throttle, don't die.
I was starting to gain more confidence as I realized a buggy was slowly gaining on me, I kept an eye on him and was having fun making dust and trying to stay ahead. He finally got close enough where I pulled over so he could pass and feeling cocky I just did my best to stay on his ass, just outside his dust trail on the side of the road. We went back and forth with him pulling ahead and me catching up for a few miles. Exciting times.
That's when It Happened.
I was maybe 50' behind him on section of the course that allowed a good fast pace, I was eating a lot of dust at this point and was basically blind besides following his tail light, a little beacon of yellow in the dust.
All of a sudden I see the buggy swap ends, sliding out in a cloud of dust and now facing backwards on the course, the navigator waiving wildly. I slammed on my brakes and came to a sudden stop not far from him. It all happened in the blink of an eye - or two.
Holy shit! The road we were on had a 50-75' canyon freshly carved across it, apparently they were building a bridge and this was new, me following the buggy didn't see it coming either…. No signs, the is Mexico.
He slid backward in a cloud of dust stopping 2 inches from the edge, with me right behind him!
I yelled out Don't Move, as I saw the ground crumbling and falling right behind his rear wheel.
I was so concerned about the buggy it took me a few minutes until I realized how close this was for me, and how bad it would have been to hit this going 60mph…
No time for those thoughts though, go fast, stay on the throttle and don't die.
The guys in the buggy didn't want any help, and after a few minutes I went on my way.
At this point I wasn't far from Gonzaga Bay and Alphanso's little restaurant where I have had a few very delicious meals on various trips. The fishing boats are right there, it's as fresh of seafood as you can get without catching it yourself. A good goal to ride to with a reward at the end. Plus having skipped breakfast and burning a whole lot of calories I was very hungry.
Life is good, and a little time to relax and think about The Course was enjoyable.
Having had a great meal, a full tank of gas and a quick stop at Coco's I was back on the course, making good time. Plenty of random crap you see in Baba, this was miles from the water…
I had been meeting folks along the way, many of them surprised I was out here solo, unsupported on the course. I thought it was perfect as I could ride at my pace, whatever that may be, and since there were others on the course it's not like I was on roads that might not have anyone on them for days or weeks. I looked at it like supervised solo riding, plus I had a DeLorme inReach two way satellite communicator.
every time I was starting to think I was badass and fast I was reminded by real racers coming by… :loll
the landscape slowly changed as I moving further south, the trail varying from rocks, gravel, more rocks, and some sand thrown in for fun.
The first broken part of the trip, wanting to keep an eye on my 6 I left my mirrors out, problem is, especially in the two track sand sections is you have to ride in the ruts made by the 4 wheeled folks, and many times there's cactuses/tree's/brush in the way when you're riding on the outside like you're forced to do.
Down to one mirror now.
The shadows where getting longer, it gets dark very early here. Must> Go. South.
Must. Camp. On. Beach.
I like seeing the mile markers go by, especially this one.
The Mefo Super Explorer was doing well with predictable handling, I had high hopes this tire would last for the entire adventure and get me home.
I had been watching the map to see where the course would get near the sea, I blasted through Bay of LA only stopping for fuel, wanting to get another 50 miles south where the course met the sea. Lots of washouts on this road, it was the Trickster Road as I called it, you think it's wide open and you can haul ass, but there's more than one hidden wash that comes up real fast. More throttle, go fast, don't die.
The sun wasn't about to wait for me.
I made it to the coast to find a lonely palapas with not a soul for miles except the one guy who has a tiny house way down they way.
It was very windy, without the shelter it would have been less enjoyable. I worked hard today and this was my reward -an isolated beach, warm water to take a dip in and rinse off, some shelter from the wind and blowing sand along with a spectacular sunset!
Life is good.
No beer, Ramen noodles for dinner and while I did scrounge up some firewood, once the sun gave up her time on this side of the Earth the stars were so amazing I didn't even bother with a fire. Plus I was enjoying getting to know my new little camera and this was a cool place to be shooting.
Sleep came very easy, after a quick dip in the Sea of Cortez under the stars. I've not been down here this time of year before and was thrilled the water was far warmer than the air, bathwater warm. The sounds of the waves crashing, the wind blown sand popping off the tent, with Husaberg standing guard.
A perfect end to a solid day of Adventure Riding on my terms.
I awoke at the first hint of light coming up from the east and quickly got to work making coffee, while getting my camera ready for a morning of perfect lighting. There's never too many photos of my bike at sunrise on the beach in Mexico.
Cheers Nancy, the coffee was good, but would have been even better shared with you.
Way too much crap, but it all had a purpose and I was pleased to have a "home" to sort it all out for the repack. :loll
After some coffee, a quick bowl, I did what any self respecting ADV rider would do - Go for a high speed blast for miles down a completely pristine deserted beach!
Reliving the scene from the Dust to Glory movie where they cut over onto a beach just like this, tuck in, and go!
Racing against nobody sure is fun, I can't lose! lol
(out of 1) lol
My only neighbor, miles down the beach and living off the grid out here. Interesting cat, was delighted when I gave him a pack of coffee and a few smokes. I didn't see any car of his so I'm assuming he depends of friends to bring him things he needs and can't get form the land and sea.
Time to ride south!
there had been a lot of rain and a hurricane down here this last month so Baja was greener than I had seen before.
With nowhere to put my camera I can't help but wish I was able to get into this shot myself, reminds of the one I took in Utah with a winding dirt road similar to this.
This aint Utah though.
hello jesus, thanks for looking out!
Perfect weather, no jacket needed. Blue skies, very little traffic on the course today. Starting to feel more LOST.
I remember that buggy story!