We had big plans to hit the road and make it back to San Francisco by Thursday night ... I'd been elected President of the SFMC in my absence at the last meeting of the year, and felt it was important to be at our first meeting of 2013 ... Baja had other plans for me ...
More proof we don't take ourselves too seriously ... world's ugliest club jerseys ...
We said goodbye to Christine and Jim, and headed north ... the most poignant part of any Baja trip ...
They soon ran us down on the cold, windy run to Coco's Corner ...
So we had coffee, Coke and Tecate, and said good-bye to Christine and Jim again ... The plan was to get to San Felipe tonight, the Grapevine Wednesday night and San Francisco on Thursday ... how do you make God laugh? That's right, make a plan ...
We picked up a nail ... Twelve miles north of Gonzaga Bay ... we got the wheel off and the tube replaced, but in the cold I could not get the bead of the tire back onto the wheel ...
Frustration and failure ... sometimes, that's Baja for you ...
It is better to be lucky than smart ... only twelve miles from help, we strapped the wheel to my bike and Cary rode back to Gonzaga Bay where our hero Jim took it into his room and had it mounted in five minutes!
Man of the hour, Slim Jim, and our fixed flat ...
All this was going on while I contemplated the sunset, and maybe having to walk home because I'd ruined the tire butchering the bead trying to mount it ...
As I was getting ready to set up the tent (we'd sent Cary back as it would be less of a loss if banditos abducted me) she returned and we soon had the bikes rolling back to Gonzaga Bay, a good dinner and a warm motel room ...
Helpful friends close by, and another sunrise at Gonzaga Bay ... Priceless ...
Baja, one; our plans, zero!
