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Following you was great. Now I don't have to actually make that trip, as if I ever was. Thank you very much for your most entertaining and narrative of your trip. A pleasure to follow.
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2020 RT Limited-Chalk White SE6
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Thanks for a great break in the winter doldrums. Can't wait to hear about Cabo San Lucas. I was there in November but took a ship.
Last edited by Peter Aawen; 01-20-2024 at 06:41 PM.
Reason: Novenber ... ;-)
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Paul
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Well Pegasus 1300, here are a few memories . . .
When I mention that I ride my motorcycle in Mexico, people often ask, “Aren’t you afraid?”
“Afraid of what?”
“Crooked cops. Kidnapping. Food poisoning. Everything.”
“No! My first ride to Cabo San Lucas occurred in 1976. I’ve been back many times. I’ve not met a crooked cop, been kidnapped, or had food poisoning. Perhaps it’s because I don’t go down dark alleys, attempt to buy drugs, drink excessive alcoholic drinks, and flash a large bank roll, or eat at places that look quirky.”
Are there crooked cops, kidnappers, cases of Montezuma’s Revenge? Yes. I’m sure that there are incidents in every country in the world. I recall reading of cases happening here in the U.S. of A.
Here are a couple of things that happened to me in Mexico.
After a day where plans went sideways, I crossed the border into Tijuana late in the afternoon. I resisted the calls inviting me to sample wares in the hundreds of small shops. I followed the signs leading to the toll road to Ensenada.
A traffic accident further delayed my progress. The sun sank into the sea. I arrived in Ensenada in the dark. Like traffic in most cities, it was bumper to bumper. I traveled in the slow lane looking for motels. The cars suddenly stopped beside me as I sailed solo through an intersection.
My head swiveled. “What the?” A pickup truck directly behind me displayed red and blue flashing lights. DRAT! I pulled over and stopped beneath a streetlight. By the time I peeled off my gloves and helmet, a gentleman wearing a green windbreaker tucked behind a holstered revolver stood beside me.
He pointed and began speaking in Spanish. My blank face clued to him that I was not bilingual. He switched to English. “You just ran a stop sign. I’ll have to write you a ticket.”
“What stop sign?”
He pointed again. The sign was on the opposite curb. I shook my head, dug out my wallet and fished for my driver’s license. The policeman stopped me and tapped my wallet. “Let me see that.” He pointed at an I.D. card next to the license. The card showed that I retired from the San Diego County Sheriff’s Department.
“You were a cop.”
“Yes.
“I’m still writing you a ticket.”
“You should. I missed the sign. I didn’t stop.”
“Aren’t you going to try and talk me out of it?”
“No.”
“Okay. I won’t write you. Where are you headed?”
“Cabo San Lucas. Right now, I just need a safe place to spend the night.”
The policeman led me down side streets for five kilometers to a motel named, “Jokers.” It had an enclosed courtyard for safekeeping vehicles. A restaurant sat right next door. If I had known I’d get such great help, I’d have run a red light seven miles back.
In La Paz, a city of 250,000 inhabitants, I was stopped by the police three separate times. On each occasion the police officer was riding a Vstrom like mine. They wanted to know where I’d purchased the lowered footpegs, handlebar risers, L.E.D. lights, saddlebags, and other farkles. They then led me across town to my destination with their lights flashing and siren wailing. What a hoot!
Again, in La Paz. About fifty parked motorcycles lined the curb. I stopped to see why. Men wearing the “colors” of outlaw motorcycle clubs quickly surrounded me. My Oregon license plate brought an English speaker to the front of the crowd. ‘What’s going on?” I asked.
“It’s a wake for a fallen rider. He was killed while rescuing two children from a burning house.”
I paid my respects in the mortuary. The riders invited me to join them at a “Celebration of Life” party to be held the next weekend on a remote beach.
Military checkpoints can be intimidating. Soldiers that look like they are twelve years old carry large guns. Ninety percent of the time, motorcyclists are waved through checkpoints. I often stopped.
Soldiers looked confused. I speak Spanglish and asked, “Donde agua?” They looked more confused. A sergeant who spoke English explained that they don’t provide water to tourists. I could purchase water in the next town. Meanwhile, I fumbled a wiffle ball out of a pocket. I tossed it up and caught it, tossed it up and missed the catch. A soldier recovered the ball, and a game of catch began.
The soldiers spend three months in isolated spots along the highway before moving to another isolated location. They were bored to tears. Soldiers shouted, “Do wheelie!” as I left my new friends.
Mexico is a really scary place.
All Americans should stay at home behind closed doors with 911 on their cell phone speed dials.
Or . . . discover . . . what a truly wonderful world we live on
Completed SCMC Four Corners Tour
Rattlesnake 1,000
Don Diego 400
Cal 500 & 1,000
Unicycled at South Pole, Antarctica
Coldfoot, Alaska, to Cabo San Lucas
4,000 mile Mexican tour to Yucatan Peninsula
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Here is a photo of a memorable moment.
Motorcycle lying in snow.jpg
Completed SCMC Four Corners Tour
Rattlesnake 1,000
Don Diego 400
Cal 500 & 1,000
Unicycled at South Pole, Antarctica
Coldfoot, Alaska, to Cabo San Lucas
4,000 mile Mexican tour to Yucatan Peninsula
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Last edited by Calimusjohn; 01-23-2024 at 10:22 AM.
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And out in the middle of nowhere too. At least you were alright enough to take a picture.
Happy TRAils/NSD
Paul
2012 RT L
AMA 25 years Life Member
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Rhino Riders Plate #83
Venturers #78
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Yes, pegasus 1300
Nothing hurt or damaged other than my ego.
With an ego as big as mine, I could afford a small donation.
Completed SCMC Four Corners Tour
Rattlesnake 1,000
Don Diego 400
Cal 500 & 1,000
Unicycled at South Pole, Antarctica
Coldfoot, Alaska, to Cabo San Lucas
4,000 mile Mexican tour to Yucatan Peninsula
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Happy TRAils/NSD
Paul
2012 RT L
AMA 25 years Life Member
TRA
PGR
Rhino Riders Plate #83
Venturers #78
TOI
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