Well with all the recent Mexico threads - I wondered if I should bore you guys with one more ride report. But after the experience I had down in Mexico's Copper Canyon, this story just has to be told. This trip included 1000 miles of riding over 5 days, awesome terrain, a scary 24 hour session of being lost in the Mexican mountains alone, happy reunions, speaking Spanish, and memories that will never be forgotten. Mexico and it's people is something that has to be experienced for yourself to truly understand how things are down there, and it opened my eyes wider than any other trip I have ever been on. Our ride started last Friday when I met up with my dad, Freddie, and our friend Carles. They had driven 11 hours from Paris, Texas, while I drove 7 hours from Austin to our rendezvous point - Presidio, Texas. Here is my bike before crossing the border. I paid $20 to park my truck behind a hotel for 7 days. I think it was called the Three Palms. After we were all loaded and strapped down, we headed to the border crossing to get checked in and make our way down to Chihuahua. Should be simple, huh? Well not if your passport is 2 days expired. I don't know how it happened, and I felt so stupid when we realized it. I had been to Europe earlier this year, and in my mind I thought it was good for 1 more year, but I stupidly never looked at it, and sure enough it expired at the end of October. That means they weren't going to let me across. After some embarrassment and many questions of how we can get this quickly solved so I didin't have to turn around and drive 7 hours back home to Austin - the guy tells me the only way is to have my birth certificate over-nighted to Presidio and we could then start our journey the next day. They would not accept a fax of the birth certificate, they wanted to have the original, so at this point over-nighting was the only way. I was not happy that I had already put a kink into this trip. Surprizingly, the Mexican immigration officer comes over and tells me that they will accept a fax of my birth certificate. I immediately call my wife at home and tell her to fax my certificate to me, but she was in a meeting at work and couln't get away for another hour. So we were gonna have to wait, but at least we wouldn't be waiting until the next day. Not snother 5 minutes had passed, and even more surprizingly, another immigration officer walks up to me and had seen what we were going through. And him being one of the nicest guys in the world, he decides to let us through, expired passport and all. He gives us our stickers, and we are off! We decided that I should still have my birth certificate faxed just in case, but we could take care of that at the hotel in Chihuahua. It was 125 miles to Chihuahua of twisty and windy roads. There is a toll road that is straight as an arrow, but we decided to save that route for the way back. We were ready to do some twisties anyway. We pulled into Chihuahua and it was getting a little dark. My dad and Carles had been here a few times before and thought they knew where the hotel was, but after riding around for 30 minutes or so, Carles decides to give a guy on a moped $10 to take us to the hotel. He obliges and seems very happy to help us out. We must have been way off track because it took us 20 more minutes to get to the hotel, but who cares - as long as we weren't still stuck at the border, and we never would have found the hotel by ourselves. This is a big city - with just under a million people. This first night we discovered a great Mexican beer called Sol, and we enjoyed our first Mexican dinner - Pollo enchiladas para mi, of course. The next morning we were heading to Creel, at the top of Copper Canyon. We passed out in no time so we could get an early start the next day. To me the trip wasn't even starting until we got to Creel. This is just a teaser for now, and we haven't even hit the off road sections yet. There is much to come.