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Discussion in 'Ride Reports - Epic Rides' started by roadcapDen, Dec 22, 2019.
El Tunco beach closed.
$15/night accommodation up in Santa Tecla (18-30 C) year round.
Sitting area. Indoor and outdoor showers.
TV, AC, frig, stove and coffee maker for the fresh roasted and ground beans from downstairs.
Inside scooter parking beside the toaster and grinder, smelt great!
Beach racing old scoots.
Wonder how her knees get so dirty?
I bought beach front property near the airport about 6 years ago. Sold it for a double profit. Visited once to complete the transaction and get a feel for the country. Bought 100cc Hero Honda 4 speed clutch horizontal motored honda look alikes. 17 inch skinny street tires. 65 mph top end. My buddy and I rode hours and hours up and down the 2 lane highways from the coastal beach towns to the mountain cities. Amazing roads, super smooth, next to no traffic. It was a 10 day roadrace, roasted drum brakes and all. Sold the bikes after 11 days for a pre-negotiated $250 loss each. We surfed, ate well, drank even more well, and visited San Salvador, the night market in Santa Tekla, the volcano, the roadrace course, San Miguel, etc, etc.... and El Tunco. That is a special place. I actually felt safe there. In a $25 hut overlooking a garden, pool, and small restaurant. it was Decmber and the water was warm. The waterfalls clear and swimmable. The people extremely friendly and accomodating. The city restaurant and night life eye opening. Thanks for bringing back good memories. I'll see if I have any pics of the adventure...
And in the small world category I paid my $2 and walked the pits at the volcano side race track. Saw this sweet RS125 Aprilia. Not 2 years earlier we were racing this bike at MSR-H in Houston. Somehow, via Miami, and Costa Rica, it had found its way to El Salvador. The owner said BS, not possible, so I turned around and matched about 10 sponsor stickers on the bike to the logos on my tee shirt.
Whoopies - Alan Campbell our tire guy
HPC - High Performance Crew - Billy
Brawp Racing - That's me
HalfFast - Mark Shim, a regular on my Mexico rides.
He laughed, and invited us to hang. Next day we walked around the corner from our hotel, stumbled unknowingly into his moto dealership, and he invited us to come ride at the track. But, alas, no time, flight out at 10 PM.
I loved El Salvador. But it is "defiantly" not a spot to drag the wife and kids to. I was always slightly on edge. And many times my spidey senses tingled loudly and we u-turned and chose a new path. But the Pacific is incredible, beautiful, inviting, stunning. Eating a $6 fat steak, grilled veggie, and whole potato meal on the second floor of the palapa restaurant in El Tunco after a day of surfing and beach soccer, throw in $1 beers, with a group of fit and fun world travelers was the closest to a hippy beach vacation I've ever experienced. Oh, I'm the "old" guy in the pics. Made me feel young again. My buddy Everett brought his shaggy beard and got treated like a gangster most places he went, lol. Someone asked once if he was my protection. If the situation ever turns peaceful I'll be remiss that I don't own my acre of beach town property. For now, it was a good memory, a free trip, and a once in a lifetime experience I hope to replicate soon.
Groovy man, l recognise a lot of your pics and agree with your observations. Can't wait to get back again next February and explore even more.
Just picked up a 2008 TTR
And a 1967 Dream 305 I'm trading for my 1963 baby Dream.
Oh, and a 199? CB125, Joris!
1990 the Bronx warriers...
Glad I clicked on this thread, I like it.
Love it! Those also have dos cilindros right?
Si, they were made by Honda in 1990 for North American motorcycle training schools, some had no VIN, meant to be destroyed not resold.
While i was going thru my Revolutionary Communist phase, living in the Lower Haight, i helped organize a truck caravan full of supplies and we drove them to El Salvador. The group was called Pastores por la Paz. Bunch of libtards, but hey i was woke back then. This was back during the shooting war, late '80's. Right about the time CityBike appeared and Toronado started selling dark beer.
Upon arrival, the US Embassy wasnt pleased, and the Mono Blanco was hot at it. I remember well sitting at night in San Salvador after curfew, watching a paint factory explode while AK's echoed. Anyhoo, we got the right right-wing death squads to take us out towards San Miguel, and at the blown up bridge cum river crossing we said good by to the last tank and forded the water. Rebels met us a mile or so up country, on the road to Perquin. That night we met up with a local Commandante and his rag tag group of fightin commies. If you get tired of stripper joints and muddy surf breaks, and if you have the time, head up to the small museum of the revolution in Perquin, Morazon...it is a fun ride, cooler climes, and the swimming hole near the mass killing spot is relaxing. Thanks for the RR, it jarred back some memories. One more thing: Adelitas in Tijuana is worth a look.
Groovy, thanks for the recommendations, I'll put them on my list for next year.
Rode/hiked up to one area where the rebels held out in a massive cave up in the mountains, evidence of mortar bombing was visible.