This morning we woke up early in Guerrero Negro and crossed into BCN. There was no one at the checkpoint, so we drove through. At the next checkpoint we were stopped and had to get out to open the trailer. It was a good thing, since one of the hinges holding up the large bunk had broken and another hinge had pulled off the wall making the trailer a mess. We decided to undo the last hinge to lay the bunk on the floor for the rest of the day.
We stopped at Punta Prieta for breakfast at the same restaurant we ate at on the way down. Good folks.
At a fuel stop we met an amazing man, who as it turned out wrote the songs “You ain’t nothing but a Hound Dog” and “Twist and Shout”. Not only that, but he invented Tomato Soup and named the city of Honolulu. Clare thought that it might not be all true, but the man assured him that even though it sounded too good to be true, it surely was.
At the last checkpoint of the day we pulled alongside a truck that had to open his rear door. What a surprise to watch hundreds of squash fall out onto the road right in front of us. Needless to say, our trailer was not of great interest to the guards after that.
We decided to stop for the evening at Colonia Vicente Guerrero which seemed like a good place to leave for tomorrow’s ride. We also rode the bikes out to the coast to see a shipwreck and had a very nice cruise along the sharp cliffs on the way back.
We stopped at Punta Prieta for breakfast at the same restaurant we ate at on the way down. Good folks.
At a fuel stop we met an amazing man, who as it turned out wrote the songs “You ain’t nothing but a Hound Dog” and “Twist and Shout”. Not only that, but he invented Tomato Soup and named the city of Honolulu. Clare thought that it might not be all true, but the man assured him that even though it sounded too good to be true, it surely was.
At the last checkpoint of the day we pulled alongside a truck that had to open his rear door. What a surprise to watch hundreds of squash fall out onto the road right in front of us. Needless to say, our trailer was not of great interest to the guards after that.
We decided to stop for the evening at Colonia Vicente Guerrero which seemed like a good place to leave for tomorrow’s ride. We also rode the bikes out to the coast to see a shipwreck and had a very nice cruise along the sharp cliffs on the way back.
This is our last night in Mexico and tomorrow will be the end of the motorcycle odyssey we call MennoBaja.
I thought I wrote, "You ain't nothing but a Hound Dog." That was the same week I wrote the classic "Enough Dirt-Biking, Get Your Sorry Butts Home Safely."
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Nice picture Russ, you represent the mother land well.
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