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Discussion in 'Ride Reports - Epic Rides' started by gaspipe, Oct 18, 2006.
Looking forward to the rest GP. It was great meeting you and Lee in Creel.
You know...maybe a solution for world peace, learning how to trust and get along with each other, and have appreciation for diversity would be for GasPipe and ole BigDog to guide the leaders of N. Korea, Venezuela, China, Iran, Syria's and USA leaders on a two week off-road adventure into Mexico. Maybe after fixin' a frayed clutch cable, repairing a flat, drinking a few beers together, passing gas on the trails (a BigDog trait), helping one another up some greasy mud-soaked hills, setting up a tent/camp site, and spinning a few yarns about how "good" they once were, all would become best friends. Think about it...the invitation to the next years World Summit would be held in Creel, Mexico. RSVP...bring your DualSport gear.
There was no doubt that the desert was blooming. In fact, I was told that it hadn't rained in a month - right when I was in the area last!
There's a section of this ride where the road is actually a dry wash. When it rains, it's not so dry anymore.
The rain stopped briefly, and we again regrouped just outside the wash. How much further? A beer sure sounds nice right aout now.....
As we neared San Miguelito, the road construction was obvious. The local road crews had worked diligently over the past couple years to pave about 20 miles of new asphalt. What was dirt double track two years ago was now chipseal!
The first town we reach is Bavispe, and a few miles later, Bacerac, where over the past 18 months, they've constructed a huge pot.
A giant front, complete with lightning and thunder, moved its way into the area, soaking us as we traversed the last 10 miles to Huachinera. We gassed up at the new Pemex, and made our way into town. It was obvious the rain had set in for a few hours, and the town of Huachinera opened up a school building for the group to bivouac in.
Paul and I snagged a room a block away from a local tienda owner, and Mark and Lee snagged another a couple blocks the other way. Despite the rain, the fiesta in the square went on, even though other plans had been precluded by weather.
It was about this time Paul concluded his wallet was lost, and soon after, the local constabulary marauded the streets with loudspeakers, asking for the return of the wallet. It turns out it was 'lost' deep in the catacombs of Paul's jacket, and the alarm klaxons could be extinguished.
The rain continued.
Even 'el sapo' had to hit the bricks, the rain too much for him. This toad was the size of a guinea pig. What the hell?
Everyone else retired, wet and soggy, while Paul and I held the torch up high and bright for a while later, discussing the ride and where we're headed tomorrow with several other riders.
When the rain gave up, so did we, staggering back to our domicile under a bright full moon. Mere seconds later, the log sawing began, and we embarcked on the quest to sleep it off.
The folks of Huachinera put on a great festival despite the freakish weather. My thanks to all! Jess Davila - you are a tireless embassador of good will! See you again soon, my friend.
Tracklog, Day 1.....
Another great ride and writing and pics and...........keep on posting GP!!
!Viva la pandilla!
Back at ya, buddy! Glad we had the chance to cross paths.
And thanks Phantom! BigDog and I have discussed certain domestic political philosophies on our return from the TAT, and it would seem some of our decisions and inclinations were a bit Draconian.
I'm not sure the World's ready for us. Not quite yet
I've been waiting for this'un...
Another excellent ride report, I keep checking back for more, you stories are addictive
Great seeing you again down in Creel, Bruce. Another awesome report!
It's a double edged sword, eh?
Your right Bruce, I would have LOVED it...
I was flabbergasted when this guy showed up--meet Burt.
I've never met a guy with so much spirit in his heart for adventure riding. I think Burt is in his 80's and has been to Mexico many times.
I met Bert last year near the border of Montana and Canada while finishing up riding the Continental Divide trail. We had a great conversation there and I regretted not to get a picture of him---well now I got one !!!!!
Bert took the dirt road-----It was kind of like the hare and tortuoise--------we would fly along in the rain, hail, ligtning, dirt and rocks---slinging mud and rocks at break neck speeds----then------break down.........and here would come ole' Bert plugging along with this huge smile and poke right on by us---this was to happen several times---I'm sure he was gettin' a kick out of us young whipper snappers bouncing off of rocks and cactus needles and then stopping to repair the damages as it seemed he was going to beat us to Huachinera.
Yes you have to be young and stupid before old and smart.
Wonder my ole' Husky is still running after we beat it up so bad on the Western trans am trail. But I never touched my bike this whole trip. It ran flawlessly again for me this whole ride.
The rain and hail pelted us all day----it was great---much better than riding in relentless dust.
Like GasPipe said------it was very "Soupy"
My new friend Geraldo Ibarra
Geraldo is from Mexico but has been in the states for a few years.
He sold everything he owned except what you see in this picture--his bike and what he carries in his saddlebags. He will be staying in Mexico for a while after leaving our company.
His riding ability was light years above all of us
He danced on the pegs thru rough terrain while the rest of us flailed around like pigs pushing a one handled wheel barrel full of cement with a flat tire.
I would try follow him trying to pick up on his technique---but 3 seconds just wasn't very much time to pick up much !!! A face full of sand, rocks and water and off he went.
He had broke a clutch cable here---but carried a spare---a few minutes and we were on our way.
We blew into Huchinera in a downpour.
The whole town was expecting us and gave us mucho preferential treatment. Many little boys gathered around the gringo motos-----and loved sitting on our bikes, honking our horns and pushing buttons.
This town is what my hometown is not...........
A quiet village void of crime, boom boxes, crack whores, horrid traffic and crowds of uncaring people pushing and shoving their way thru life in a crazy frenzy.
No one locks their doors in Huachinera
No one takes the keys out of their vehicles in Huachinera
You can walk the quiet streets of Huachinera any time of day and see nothing but smilling faces and friendly people who would help you in any way they could.
There was a big festival going on here and we were invited to the dance, dinner and other festivities.
Me and LeeBob were escorted to the nice hacienda of Felix and his wife who graciously put us up for the night in their humble home. Felix works on a local ranchero (ranch)-----he and his wife made us feel so at home.
She directed me to my bed and laughingly grabbed this doll--but not before I grabbed a digital image.
We spoke almost no Spanish and they spoke no English----still it was a great visit of pointing, grunting and laughing.
The couple gave us their best sleeping beds while they crowded into a bed too small for the both of them and gave me and LeeBob the only 2 fans in the house while they slept without any. This kind of hospitality is what you can expect thru out all of Mexico----------only on...........
The Road Less Traveled
Me and Lee Bob left the house for about an hour and came back in the dark and lost our way--------we couldn't find the house and didn't really remember what it looked like------especially in the dark. We finally poked our flashlights in the screendoor of a place we thought was it-----thank god it was. My Spanish was not good enough to explain to a complete stranger what we were doing inside their house.
We awoke very early and Felix's wife insisted she fix our breakfast and had coffee already made.
We had to decline the breakfast as we had arranged the night before for all of us to eat at another resident of Huachinera's house.
The man in the middle played the accordian in the local band. We didn't know who he was---but Felix was already gone working out on the ranchero
She took us out into the backyard and insisted I take pictures of her lovely flowers in here backyard-----I however was much more interested in their plumbing -----figure that !!!
Their water supply was gravity fed from this elevated tank which was filled with the local water supply.
Before going to bed the night before we had a really good hot shower----the water was extremely hot.
The water heater sits outside the house.
They couldn't afford to have the local propane gas so they tore the gas burner out of the bottom of the water heater and simply built a wood fire under it. Our breakfast would have been cooked on a wood stove----we were to eat many meals on this trip cooked on a wood stove.
Didn't need no stinkin' relief valve as the water system was an open system----ingenious !!!!!!!
This huge frog scared the crap out of us as we stood in the rain and dark on the town square. Something was coming at us and I thought it was a monster tarantula, which we saw many. This guy was huge and jumped his way all across the square oblivious to anybody or anything.
It was pure luck we caught him "in flight" with the camera.
We all had sat under a tent in the rain the previous night re-living our days ride.
Paul liked his Tecate's (beer)
But later on would regret he ever saw a Tecate----or some mysterious fluid in an unmarked cannister only known to the Pandilla as "Panther Piss"--with a clearly marked disclaimer "DO NOT DRINK THIS"
All of us met the next morning at these nice people hacienda for breakfast.
It was a great breakfast----but those flapjacks (on the stove) were the thinnest I ever saw ??????........
We all (especially me) hated to leave Haucinera.
I will never forget you !!!!!!!
I'm still abuzz from this wonderful adventure through the Sierra; one of the most enjoyable moto-excursions I've ever done, in part owing to the country and terrain, but mostly to the great guys who took part.
Thanks for pioneering the routes for the rest of us! Had a blast riding the easy dirt sections on my Transalp. Next time we'll have to load the XR and do the whole dirt route with the local ususal suspects. Here's a couple of Scott and Chris riding from Huachinera to El Largo.
Glad there was enough of a lip to clear this little obstacle:eek1
One of the sad things for us adventurers, is that many km's of the route from Agua Prieta to Huachinera had been paved or otherwise improved since I started coming this way...
My XR ran poorly the day before, clearly too richly jetted for the 4,000 foot altitude we rode all the prior day. The bike burbled along without incident, but the soft power delivery made me decide to rectify the situation. Unfortunately, the rain and dark (and perhaps a few beers) precluded me from such activities last night.
Despite the nasty weather the day before, a bright, blue sky greated us this morning!
We left the bikes parked at the school over night, where they were looked after by a Huachinera policeman. Thanks Pancho! I mosied back to the school just after dawn and removed the seat and fuel tank to lean the Edelbrock pumper carb a couple clicks, and reassembled it.
We packed up, and readied ourselves for the 90 kilometer climb from Huachinera to Mesa Tres Rios. This road is rugged, rocky, steep and challenging as it takes us from about 4,000 feet to nearly 9,000 feet, before dropping us into Mesa Tres Rios at about 6,200 feet.
Burt elected to ride on pavement to Creel with the big bikes, but Windsor and Jim decided to do the route we're taking. They got off before us!
Up in this area are more scary cattleguards, so watch out.
The road climbs straight out of Huachinera, and before long, we're into the switchbacks and the pine forest. The rain last night kept the dust down, and the smell of pine was intoxicating.
This road will work you into a sweat. Before too many miles of rocky climbing, we overtake Jim and Windsor, and we're awarded a vista for our efforts.
Our plan is to make Tres Rios, and then perhaps get all the way to Madera. It's a long, long way to go in a day, over some difficult, technical terrain.
BigDog's husky likes it. I think BigDog does too.