March 8, 9, and 10, 2020: San Felipe & San Diego Once in San Felipe, this stretch wasn't real exciting riding wise, but still lots of fun interspersed in. After the party at the Parrot's Cracker a bit north of town, certain individuals were not as energetic the next morning (I won't mention any names, eh @Hohmie?) FYYFF! But a nice breakfast was had at the Green Café. I hadn't had the huevos with cactus before, but it was pretty tasty. The cactus had a consistency similar to asparagus, but a tart flavor, though the green salsa on top may have contributed to that. They graciously invited me to stay at the house they had rented that night, which as thrifty (cheap) as I am seemed like a great idea. After transferring my bike and kit to their place, a couple of them and I went out to take care of some laundry. A couple of them thought a more productive use of their time was to take a nap. On the way to the laundromat, the hordes of motorcycles in San Felipe for the rally were starting to hit the highway. There were probably a hundred bikes at the gas station. I wouldn't have wanted to be these guys. I heard a big group of them get back to the hotel at ten to five in the morning. I was glad to be spending the day parked. This group makes laundry fun. We might have missed the end of the drying cycle by a beverage or two. Whoever put a cantina next to the laundromat is a genius. The sunset that night was pretty, even with the other houses in the rancho in the pic. While their hospitality cannot be questioned, the decision to sleep on their couch should be. But after I cleaned out their frig making a big breakfast, I headed north. The ocotillo bushes were blooming. Kind of like indian paintbrush flowers, but on a wicked thorny stick. One can cut these branches and make a fence with them. Like most desert plants, if the base touches the dirt, it will likely send some roots down. I've seen hedges of these used to keep cattle in or out. I crossed at Mexicali, for not particular or good reason. The wait was around a half hour, which was helped by lane splitting. The motorcycle lane was gated off due to some sort of local police activity. The cart vendors were pretty good about getting out of the way, but I did get a lot of hairy eyeballs from people in cars stuck in the traffic. The California plated vehicles weren't a problem, nor were most of the Mexican ones, but apparently Wisconsinians (Wisconsans? Wisconsonians?) don't see the efficiency. I looked for a spot to check the map for the best route to SD and came across this in Calexico. Go ahead and insert your own BMW joke here, but I hit this 'Bucks on the way into Mexico for the first time three years ago. It was a surprisingly sentimental moment. The ride to San Diego was fine, if windy. I was fortunate that a rainless window presented itself when I was supposed to drop off my bike at San Diego BMW Motorcycles for the swap of the sump pan. The bad news was that the parts weren't in. Sigh. They were good enough to give me a loaner so I could leave the GS there. Lets just say I was underwhelmed with the G310R. I enjoy trying other bikes as much as the next guy, but I'd have been just as good off with a scooter. It didn't help that I'm not that comfortable on small sport-ish bike geometry. Knees feel like they're in my chest. But, it wasn't like I was out riding all day. I suppose it was too much to hope for a loaner like this? How often would you get to take out a newer version of your bike, also with a lot less wear and tear. 2017 F800GS Adventure. The nice part about being parked in San Diego for these two particular nights was it made it possible to watch Gonzaga win both their games in the WCC Tournament. The BMW shop said the parts SHOULD be there first thing in the morning, so I was hoping that it wouldn't cause me to be further delayed. I was really looking forward to getting on to the Copper Canyon.