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So I thought I would post some pics from one of my trips. A few reasons for it, but mostly because i'm missing my bike, which was stolen in the fair city of Oakland not too long ago. Motherfuckers! and JMack, I told you I'd post them. enjoy.
2003: I'd been planning this ride for a while, months even, plotting and mapping, and figuring what would be the best route. sent out the info. to a few other groups that we run with (hash house harriers) and got one response from Paco out of Florida. Says he'll go with me to the canal. He'll meet me in McAllen, Texas, which will be our jump off point. The plan is to make our way south thru several countries for our final destination of San Jose, Costa Rica for a bi-anual party involving about 1000 hashers.
I was working in Dallas, Tx. at the time, and called in sick the last day to get an early start. Tuesday night I went to work for 12 hours, at 9am on wednesday (May 14th) , I was on the road, hauling my bikes and belongings to my parents house in McAllen, Tx. no sleep, and still had to pack up. we are leaving thursday morning 7am, May 15th, 2003. arrived to meet paco for the first time, he's on a 2001 BMW F650GS. We go to the border to get our paperwork, as it takes about 2 hours of red-tape and hoop jumping to get things in order. the power goes out while we're there and someone says it's to try and squeeze money out of the travelers to get there paperwork expedited. we wait. in bed by 1am, after packing, and up at about 5am to pack, and go.....running behind, we are finally on the road and at the border at 7am, the morning is cool, the sun is out, and this has been a long time coming...it feels good, I'm excited and shit. we got 22km to the first checkpoint, and arrive....paperwork in order, and I put things back in the ziplock bags before we go. drop the other one on my pipes...dammit, oh, well, i'm sure worst things could and will happen.......
btw: I'll be riding the only bike that I have available for this trip at the moment...a 1997 Harley Davidson FXSTS Softail Springer....fuck yeah!
The central valley is hot as hell, we pound out the miles south, towards Tampico, Tamaulipas on Hwy. 180, and the gulf coast...after a few wrong turns, we manage to make our way past the bigger cities. Today Paco and I will feel things out, see how we ride, and get syncronized for the next 20 days of riding. We've never met, we're hashers, and hashers tend to be like minded dumbasses willing to do most anything for beer.....game on!
We continued south on Hwy. 180 to Tuxpan, and the Poza Rica paralleling the gulf coast, as we're trying to make it to Veracruz, Mexico tonight. We talked to some of my family and they say it's a two day drive to Veracruz...whatever.....youthful determination will get us there sooner, I was sure of it. We see cool beach areas, with little bungalows and thatch huts with hammocks on the side of the road up against the beach, beckoning us to come rest and drink beer and smoke some cigars...we continue.
Two things we said we would not do, is ride after dark, and in the rain. Well the first night, the sun fades on us, about 1 1/2 hours outside of Veracruz, and wanting to arrive, we push on to Veracruz. Safe and sound, to a more expensive than it is worth hotel, unpack, secure the bikes, and get a good dinner.....photo is a stop about midday, somewhere near Poza Rica before going up into the mountains. Getting some drinks.
2003: I'd been planning this ride for a while, months even, plotting and mapping, and figuring what would be the best route. sent out the info. to a few other groups that we run with (hash house harriers) and got one response from Paco out of Florida. Says he'll go with me to the canal. He'll meet me in McAllen, Texas, which will be our jump off point. The plan is to make our way south thru several countries for our final destination of San Jose, Costa Rica for a bi-anual party involving about 1000 hashers.
I was working in Dallas, Tx. at the time, and called in sick the last day to get an early start. Tuesday night I went to work for 12 hours, at 9am on wednesday (May 14th) , I was on the road, hauling my bikes and belongings to my parents house in McAllen, Tx. no sleep, and still had to pack up. we are leaving thursday morning 7am, May 15th, 2003. arrived to meet paco for the first time, he's on a 2001 BMW F650GS. We go to the border to get our paperwork, as it takes about 2 hours of red-tape and hoop jumping to get things in order. the power goes out while we're there and someone says it's to try and squeeze money out of the travelers to get there paperwork expedited. we wait. in bed by 1am, after packing, and up at about 5am to pack, and go.....running behind, we are finally on the road and at the border at 7am, the morning is cool, the sun is out, and this has been a long time coming...it feels good, I'm excited and shit. we got 22km to the first checkpoint, and arrive....paperwork in order, and I put things back in the ziplock bags before we go. drop the other one on my pipes...dammit, oh, well, i'm sure worst things could and will happen.......
btw: I'll be riding the only bike that I have available for this trip at the moment...a 1997 Harley Davidson FXSTS Softail Springer....fuck yeah!
The central valley is hot as hell, we pound out the miles south, towards Tampico, Tamaulipas on Hwy. 180, and the gulf coast...after a few wrong turns, we manage to make our way past the bigger cities. Today Paco and I will feel things out, see how we ride, and get syncronized for the next 20 days of riding. We've never met, we're hashers, and hashers tend to be like minded dumbasses willing to do most anything for beer.....game on!
We continued south on Hwy. 180 to Tuxpan, and the Poza Rica paralleling the gulf coast, as we're trying to make it to Veracruz, Mexico tonight. We talked to some of my family and they say it's a two day drive to Veracruz...whatever.....youthful determination will get us there sooner, I was sure of it. We see cool beach areas, with little bungalows and thatch huts with hammocks on the side of the road up against the beach, beckoning us to come rest and drink beer and smoke some cigars...we continue.
Two things we said we would not do, is ride after dark, and in the rain. Well the first night, the sun fades on us, about 1 1/2 hours outside of Veracruz, and wanting to arrive, we push on to Veracruz. Safe and sound, to a more expensive than it is worth hotel, unpack, secure the bikes, and get a good dinner.....photo is a stop about midday, somewhere near Poza Rica before going up into the mountains. Getting some drinks.
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