I woke up knowing this would be my last day in Mexico. It had been a great experience but I was missing being home.
As I left town I passed this statue at the top of a hill. It celebrates Don Carranza who founded the town. I had to ride the bike up two wheel chair ramps to get it into position for this shot but Don Carranza didn't seem to mind. You can see the white seat pad I had received from Lupe. It made all the difference in the world.
Back on the highway I ran into another Army roadblock. This one had one of those Cold War/East German wooden barriers across the road to prevent anyone from driving through. The soldier came over and started questioning me but I wasn't sure what he was saying. I said I was going to Tejas (Texas) and was coming from the Barrancas del Cobre (Copper Canyon). He didn't seem to understand that.
The more he didn't understand the louder and faster he talked which made me even more confused about what he wanted. No comprendo, was my only response. A couple of other soldiers were gathering around and I was thinking that this might get sticky when the commanding officer came over. He gave the first soldier a dope slap, literally hit him upside the head, and said something I couldn't understand but I'm sure wasn't complementary. Then he nodded to the soldier to lift the barrier and told me something that I took to mean Get out of here. I was down the road before he had a chance to change his mind. In retrospect it was pretty funny.
After that it was just like the day before until I got to Piedras Negras. There was a 28 peso toll to cross the Rio Bravo and then an hour wait in traffic to get to U.S. Customs. Three minutes was all it took to check that I was a legal citizen and then I was clear to enter Eagle Pass, Texas.
My plan had been to ride north and spend the night in La Pryor TX. What looked like a small town on the map turned out to be one Dollar General store and one gas station. When I inquired about any places to stay the night the girl looked at me like I had two heads.
Needing a place to stay before dark (still no headlight) I headed north and tried to cover as much ground as fast as possible. This was all ranch country so the road was straight and had little traffic. It also had little in the way of civilization.
US 57 joined I-35 as I approached San Antonio. It was getting dark when I came upon the sign above. Kinney Road is the street I live on in CT and in many ways I was ready to just be home. However, a couple of exits past this I found a motel for the night and was rescued by a hot shower.
This is the last of the retrospective posts. You can rejoin the original thread I posted here.
The next few posts will be summaries of what I learned and the thoughts I've had looking back on this trip.
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Thoughts about motorcycles, tools that work (or don't), travel, and occasionally politics. Places I've gone, routes that were special, and food I've found along the way. And, thankfully, not too much of any of it.
Sunday, December 21, 2014
Stocking Stuffer
This is rather last minute but here is the one thing I wish I had on my last trip. After days of riding across the prairie and along the super slab the muscle that runs down my neck and across my shoulder cramps up. The left side is fine because it is not constantly holding the throttle open.
There are cheaper plastic versions but this one is the only one that looks to be fully adjustable. I won't mind it being late if anyone wants to send me one.
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Sunday, December 7, 2014
Vaguely famous
This is an article I wrote for the NETRA newsletter. I'm no Hemingway but I was happy to see it all in print. If you've followed this blog you will recognize the narrative.
I will be presenting a seminar on Adventure Touring at the NETRA Expo on 10 Jan. The Expo and seminars are free and open to anyone who wants to attend. Come join the fun and say Hi.
I will be presenting a seminar on Adventure Touring at the NETRA Expo on 10 Jan. The Expo and seminars are free and open to anyone who wants to attend. Come join the fun and say Hi.
Attainable Dreams
Everyone who rides a bike wants to take
a road trip and everyone who rides a bike with knobbies wants to take
a dual-sport road trip. It's a dream, it's on their bucket list, some
day … However, as we all know, the road named Someday leads
to Nowhere.
Last summer a friend of mine had an
Africa Twin that he decided to sell me. The only problem was
that it was near San Francisco and I live in CT. OK, not much of
problem since I was due for another cross country trip. I have done
US 50, the White Rim Trail in Moab, Baja California, and the
TransAmerica Trail. Now it was time for something really serious.
This is the Copper Canyon in Chihuahua, Mexico – Four times bigger and a whole lot deeper! |
I got out the maps and there it was,
not too far south of the border and pretty accessible on a bike. I
told my friend Eddy I would fly out in Sept to pick up the bike and
ride it home.
On 3 Sep I flew out and picked up the
bike, checked it over, visited some family and friends, and then hit
the road. My original plan had been to ride the length of Baja and
take the ferry to the mainland. However, a couple of hurricanes
changed my plans and I decided to hit Yosemite, Death Valley, Mojave,
the Grand Canyon, and then cut over to Tucson. I crossed the border
at Nogales without any trouble. I stopped to change dollars to pesos
within a half mile of the border and was on my way again.
This brings up the first misconception
about Mexico – It's very dangerous! I'm walking around with US$500
in my pocket and couldn't have been safer. The people who run the
exchanges (which admittedly look pretty seedy) do not allow any crime
or corruption. When I asked I was told that they operated on trust
and if people didn't feel safe they would all be out of business. No
where in my 2 weeks in Mexico did I ever feel the least bit of
apprehension!!
I'm heading south and the weather is
delightful, the road is pleasant, and I'm having a great time. This
is when I find out why they have no radar traps in Mexico. Instead,
they have killer speed bumps. These will soak up all 8” of
suspension travel and still throw you into the air. One learns very
quickly to be ever vigilant. Every little village has them and nobody
speeds.
They also have shrines to people who
have lost their lives in accidents. Multiple shrines means Muy
Peligroso! (Very Dangerous) On the other hand the No Rebase (No
Passing) sign seems to actually mean No passing unless you really
want to and don't let the blind curve bother you.
This was a bit exciting the first time or two until I realized that
it's just the way it is and nobody gets upset. If somebody is coming
straight at you in your lane you just slow down and pull over if
necessary so that they can slide through. Nobody blows their horn or
makes finger gestures, maybe next time it will be you that needs a
little help.
Camping is easy,
just pick a spot, any spot. One night I pulled off the road into a
clearing and pitched my tent. Another night I took a side road and
found a place I thought was secluded. It turned out to be the road to
a village and several people passed me in the night. I was ignored
except for one person who wished me Buenas Noches. So much for
desperate thieves who are waiting to rob you.
Continuing south I
stopped in the town of Arizpe. I wondered about the town checking out
the church and plaza. Returning to the bike I met Senora Carmen
Puente who runs a small museum. She was a direct descendant of
Colonel De Anza, the man who founded San Francisco California. The
museum is unmarked and it was just good luck that I found it. Our
knowledge of each other's language was minimal but we understood each
other well enough. The first of many gems I found on this trip.
South
again I stopped in Hermosillo for a liter of oil at the Honda dealer
and then started east. I was stopped at a Policia roadblock who
wanted to know where I was coming from, where I was going, and what
my purpose was. Again, another myth evaporated. They were not
interested in bribes, transit fees,
or anything else. They were just doing their job and I was quickly on
my way.
To be clear, my
Spanish is not very good. However, with pointing, a phrase book, and
patience I never had a problem. The Mexican people I met were warm,
generous, and very helpful. They are proud of their country and
wanted me to enjoy it. You could think of it as Very Southern
Hospitality.
Heading east on Mex
16 I entered the Sierra Madre Occidental. These are mountain roads
that would make any sport bike rider delirious. Think of the Tail of
the Dragon but 100 miles long with spectacular views. Oh, and a few
cows, horses, and goats to keep you focused.
Where I should have
turned south on Chi 22, I goofed and turned right into the Cascada de
Basaseachi. This was another of the gems I collected along my trip.
It is one of the highest waterfalls in North America.
Once on Chi 22 I
was quickly into the town of Creel which is the gateway to the Copper
Canyons. I spent a day relaxing and touring the town on foot. There
are a few tourist shops but the main activity is logging and mining.
I found a room at Casa Marguarita that was very nice and included
breakfast and dinner in the price of the room.
I left Creel with
the intention of visiting Urique but I missed a turn and ended up in
some unfinished construction. I backtracked and decided to go
straight to Batopilas. Good choice!
These are switchbacks that will rival any in the Stelvio Pass in Italy. |
While
I was having a great time, I was beginning to wonder where the
adventure was. I had ridden on some class 1 & 2 roads but most of
the route had been paved. Well, I soon found out. The canyon walls
are very steep and there were multiple massive rock slides. So much
so that when I got to the construction area I had to wait for half an
hour while a Cat D-9 carved a notch through the rubble so I could get
through. I was riding on TKC-80 knobbies and it was still a
challenge. You can see the route
and
here (http://youtu.be/OE9WS10DO1M).
Batopilas is a
wonderful step back in time. If it were not for the new pickup trucks
I could easily believe it was 100 years ago. I stayed for a couple of
days to soak it all in. Batopilas is an old mining town in the bottom
of the canyon at the edge of the river. I rode the bike with no
luggage to the next town Satevo and had a blast sliding the rear
around the corners on this class 2 road. Keeping in mind that a trip
over the edge of this one lane road might be fatal ...
Me with my NETRA t-shirt at the bottom of the canyon |
Leaving was tough because it meant that
I was now heading north and back to CT. On the other hand it was now
getting late and, as warm as it was in the canyons, I knew cold
weather was waiting for me in New England.
I made it back through the construction
after a 3 1/2 hour wait while the bulldozer again the cleared road.
From there it was more mountain roads to Hidalgo del Parral. This is
a big city but luck was with me and I found the hotel I was looking
for. Breakfast was good and I stopped to fill the tank. The attendant
at the PeMex station pointed out the correct road for me to take
north and I was on my way home.
The border crossing was a hour of
waiting to show my passport and then 3 minutes of checking to make
sure I was legal. After that it was just a normal road trip through
Austin, Memphis, Nashville, and Pennsylvania. I wanted to ride the
Blue Ridge Parkway but the weather report was forecasting cold and
possible snow so it was time to make some miles. As it was I caught
the last two 60F days of the year on my ride home.
The Mexico part of my trip was only two weeks. Doable by anyone that wants to do it with an understanding spouse and boss (is that redundant?). Add 3 days each way to get to Eagle Pass TX and the rest of the times is all south of the border.
The cost was only gas, meals, and
hotels. Gas is about the same south of the border but meals are much
cheaper and hotels generally ran 300 pesos (US$25) a night. I camped
out about 50% of the time so it was really cheap for me.
Any bike from a KLR650 to a BMW GS
could have handled all the roads. I would ride road tires to Austin
TX and then have them changed to TKC-80 or Dunlop 606 tires with the
understanding that they would save the old tires and switch them back
when you return if you want. Order them in advance! Throwing the
bikes in the back of a pickup and driving down with a buddy is also
an option.
Don't just sit there wishing you could
go, make a plan, set a date, and just do it. Remember: The dread is always worse
than the deed!
Want to know more?
My blog is
mondaymotomadness.blogspot.com – go back to September 2014 and you
can read about the trip day by day with many more photos.
Resources:
Mark Walker – Mexico Maps -
805-687-1011
Mark has all the best maps and was
unbelievably patient when helping me get everything sorted out.
Noel Gonzalez – Guide - +52
635-199-1161
noel_gonzalexparra@hotmail.com
Noel can help you with everything from
reservations to actually arranging side trips. A great resource in
Creel. He speaks very good English
Casa Real de Minas de Acanasaina (Hotel
de Minas for short)
This is the only place to stay in
Batopilas. The hotel is inexpensive, clean, and has a secure place to
store the motorcycle for the night.
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Saturday, December 6, 2014
John Penton Movie at Twisted Throttle
Twisted Throttle will be showing the John Penton Movie this Thurs (12/11) at 6p for free. Malcom Smith got all the glory because of On Any Sunday. John Penton was his equal in every way and Malcom would agree.
Twisted Throttle is here:
570 Nooseneck Hill Rd
Exeter, RI 02822
Exeter, RI 02822
See you there. I think you have to bring your own popcorn. ;(
J.
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Friday, December 5, 2014
Mexico - Day 9 - The long and (not very) winding road
The hotel had a much better than average breakfast and I was packed and ready to go earlier than normal. I stopped at the PeMex station to fill up and the attendant saved me some hunting around by pointing out the correct road, which was not the one I was going to take.
Along the way I stopped for more gas and found this motorcycle. Why anyone would want to name a motorcycle after one of the worst cities in the U.S. I have no idea but there it was.
This was a day of just riding and stacking up miles. The Sierra Madre was long gone in my mirrors and I was looking ahead to endless prairies. In my journal I noted that,
At one point I pulled over to check my luggage straps (code for I had to pee) and met a rancher who was taking this road. We chatted for a while and I should have asked to see his ranch. I missed a few opportunities like that on the trip. I'll know better not to be so shy next time.
And on, and on ...
How boring was it? Watching all the digits on my odometer line up was one of the high points of my day!!
But it was beautiful as the sun was setting and I wound through some hills. I arrived in Cuatro Cienegas de Carranza while there was still plenty of light and was able to locate a hotel for the night. Modernish with WiFi, I was able to pick up my email and catch up with the world.
Across the street was one of the ubiquitous open air restaurants and I sat down to enjoy my meal. We started chatting and one thing led to another. I whipped out the Fuji instant camera and once again we were all instant best friends. I knew this was going to be my last night in Mexico and couldn't think of a better way to spend it.
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Along the way I stopped for more gas and found this motorcycle. Why anyone would want to name a motorcycle after one of the worst cities in the U.S. I have no idea but there it was.
This was a day of just riding and stacking up miles. The Sierra Madre was long gone in my mirrors and I was looking ahead to endless prairies. In my journal I noted that,
"This road is about as exciting as driving from Winnemucca to Elko Nevada."For a while there was more road construction with little oncoming traffic so I was able to let the AT pull ahead and have some fun but otherwise it was just sit and ride.
At one point I pulled over to check my luggage straps (code for I had to pee) and met a rancher who was taking this road. We chatted for a while and I should have asked to see his ranch. I missed a few opportunities like that on the trip. I'll know better not to be so shy next time.
And on, and on ...
How boring was it? Watching all the digits on my odometer line up was one of the high points of my day!!
But it was beautiful as the sun was setting and I wound through some hills. I arrived in Cuatro Cienegas de Carranza while there was still plenty of light and was able to locate a hotel for the night. Modernish with WiFi, I was able to pick up my email and catch up with the world.
Across the street was one of the ubiquitous open air restaurants and I sat down to enjoy my meal. We started chatting and one thing led to another. I whipped out the Fuji instant camera and once again we were all instant best friends. I knew this was going to be my last night in Mexico and couldn't think of a better way to spend it.
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Thursday, December 4, 2014
Mexico - Day 8 - Out of the canyons
Lupe and the Africa Twin |
I filled my tank at the local gas station. I have no idea where the gas came from but it didn't give the engine any problems.
Here I'm heading out on the road along the river and decided I wanted a picture of me with my New England Trail Riders t-shirt. We ride anywhere and everywhere.
Another picture of the canyon landscape. I'm winding back through all of the construction to get to the highway.
And I get to wait. 3 ½ hours to be specific.
That is the same Cat D-9 clearing the road again. This is their biggest model and you can see how tiny it looks next to the drop off the cliff. I'm glad he knew what he was doing because it looked pretty perilous!
Finally past the construction it was a look back at what I was leaving.
And a look forward to where I was going.
It wasn't until later that I realized that I had lost my tent in all the bouncing around. The tent, in its slippery nylon bag, had taken the opportunity to jump free and stay in the canyons. Lucky it!
The rest of the day was spent riding down out of the mountains and onto rolling prairie. There was no excitement until the engine coughed, sputtered, and died. I flipped it to reserve but that was no help. I rolled to a stop and tried the starter and got nothing. The battery was too low to even turn the engine over. Arrgh! The regulator had died again!
I turned off the headlights and let the bike sit for a couple of minutes. Then I rolled down the hill and tried bump starting it. I caught on the second try and ran fine without the lights. However, I had lost so much time waiting at the construction site that it was late afternoon. Since I had lost my tent camping was not really an option so I hurried to Hidalgo del Parrall without stopping for any more photos.
Hidalgo del Parral is a big city, it was getting dark, and I only dared turn on the parking lights so that people could see me. My guide book suggested the Hotel El Camino Real as a good place that was clean and cheap. However, this was no small village and my chances of finding it were slim and none. I just kept following the flow of traffic through crowded streets trying to find any place to stay for the night. It seemed to be going on forever and my anxiety was growing by the mile.
Then, once again, luck smiled on me. There, on the corner I was about to turn, was the Hotel El Camino Real. It was with much relief that I pulled in and inquired about a room. 550 pesos for the room with breakfast in the morning. I would have paid twice that to get off the road with no lights. I was a very happy camper as I laid my head on the pillow.
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Wednesday, December 3, 2014
Mexico - Day 7 - Batopilas
Courtyard |
Veranda |
This is the place I was hoping to find when I first started planning on visiting Mexico and the Copper Canyons. If not for the modern Chevy pickups it would be easy to imagine that I was transported 100 years into the past. I stayed for a couple of days to soak it all in. Batopilas is an old mining town in the bottom of the canyon at the edge of the river.
Town Plaza with Gazebo |
Church across from plaza |
Women washing clothes on the rocks in the river |
I never found the mines but I did find an empty house that I was thinking would make a nice winter home.
I walked back to town along a canal built to supply water to the town when the mine was in operation.
I met these teenage boys who started to tease me a bit until I whipped out my Fuji instant camera and took their pictures. Immediately I was their best friend and welcome to hang out with them any time. This camera is the best ice breaker in the world and I've used it often in my travels.
After a siesta I rode the bike, with no luggage, to the next town of Satevo. I had a blast sliding the rear around the corners on this class 2 road. Keeping in mind that a trip over the edge of this one lane road might be fatal ...
I ran into Anna, Carlos, and Noel at the church in Satevo and we explored the interior.
It looked as if it were little used any more.
The bell tower was a temptation not to be passed up although the ladders to the top were pretty shaky. The upper one merely rested on a ledge with nothing to hold it. I trusted that today was not the day God would be calling me.
While the others went back I wanted to explore a bit more and continued down the road to see where it led.
It was with a certain melancholy that I realized that I had arrived at the apex of my trip. This is as far as I was going, everything from here on out would be heading away from Mexico. I had a long way to go but now I was heading home to Connecticut.
At least I was leaving on high note. Sunday night at the plaza was a treat. Women were selling homemade food from tables around the edge while music played from the gazebo. This was small town Mexico at its best. Couples walked around chatting with families who sat with their babes in arms. Children were running around like children will, shouting and playing with energy I could only envy.
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Sunday, November 30, 2014
Mexico - Day 6 - Part 2 (the hard part)
Humming along, singing my song, thinking that everything was going a little too well to stay that way, I wondered where the adventure was. My friend Kevin had visited Batopilas a couple of years before and told me that the road was complete paved now.
Crap! How can I be a rough tough biker guy when the road is so smooth and curvey?
OK, make that a lot of curves! Suddenly I'm faced with switchbacks to match anything the Stelvio Pass has to offer. It drops like a rock and is as tight as a drum.
Fun. But also a lot of work on knobbie tires.
Then I met Daniel. He was the flagman on the construction project I hadn't expected. His guess was 30-60 minutes to wait until I could pass. Since I was the only one on the road we wisely decided to wait in the shade until the All Clear came through. It was a great chance to practice our Spanish and English on each other.
This is what lay around the curve for me. All that adventure I was yearning for was waiting for me in vast quantities. Massive rock slides had totally wiped out the road.
You can see me following a Cat D-9 that was punching a notch into the rubble so I could get through. I followed him a little too closely and missed the cutoff for the switchback that would take me down to the river. Trying to make a U-Turn by skidding the rear wheel without launching me over the edge was a bit nerve wracking.
Crossing the bridge I found more of the same going up the other side of the canyon. The Africa Twin and the TKC-80 tires dug in and gave me as much confidence as was possible in the situation.
When I finally rolled into Batopilas I was tired and it was getting dark. I had expected to have time to walk through the town and look for the hotel that my trusty guidebook recommended. What I got was a tour of the town behind a pickup truck full of the local police militia. They were friendly and waved to me but I wanted to make sure they took no special interest in me so I followed meekly behind them. I took a turn that I hoped looked like I knew where I was going and ended up in a dead end.
It was getting dark and I was not happy. As I retraced my path an old woman yelled, "Do you want a hotel?" I stopped and said I was looking for the Hotel Minas. She replied that this was the Hotel Minas. My gringo suspicion kicked in for a moment before I looked up and realized that I was about to drive past the very place I was looking for.
I asked, "Agua caliente?" She replied, "Si" The gods had smiled upon me. There would be a hot shower tonight.
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Crap! How can I be a rough tough biker guy when the road is so smooth and curvey?
OK, make that a lot of curves! Suddenly I'm faced with switchbacks to match anything the Stelvio Pass has to offer. It drops like a rock and is as tight as a drum.
Fun. But also a lot of work on knobbie tires.
Then I met Daniel. He was the flagman on the construction project I hadn't expected. His guess was 30-60 minutes to wait until I could pass. Since I was the only one on the road we wisely decided to wait in the shade until the All Clear came through. It was a great chance to practice our Spanish and English on each other.
This is what lay around the curve for me. All that adventure I was yearning for was waiting for me in vast quantities. Massive rock slides had totally wiped out the road.
You can see me following a Cat D-9 that was punching a notch into the rubble so I could get through. I followed him a little too closely and missed the cutoff for the switchback that would take me down to the river. Trying to make a U-Turn by skidding the rear wheel without launching me over the edge was a bit nerve wracking.
Crossing the bridge I found more of the same going up the other side of the canyon. The Africa Twin and the TKC-80 tires dug in and gave me as much confidence as was possible in the situation.
When I finally rolled into Batopilas I was tired and it was getting dark. I had expected to have time to walk through the town and look for the hotel that my trusty guidebook recommended. What I got was a tour of the town behind a pickup truck full of the local police militia. They were friendly and waved to me but I wanted to make sure they took no special interest in me so I followed meekly behind them. I took a turn that I hoped looked like I knew where I was going and ended up in a dead end.
It was getting dark and I was not happy. As I retraced my path an old woman yelled, "Do you want a hotel?" I stopped and said I was looking for the Hotel Minas. She replied that this was the Hotel Minas. My gringo suspicion kicked in for a moment before I looked up and realized that I was about to drive past the very place I was looking for.
I asked, "Agua caliente?" She replied, "Si" The gods had smiled upon me. There would be a hot shower tonight.
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