This summer, in a period of 2 months I managed to double the mileage of my 1981 Kawasaki 750. When I bought the bike the odometer read 24000 km. When I returned from Mexico two months later, it read 48096km. That’s 24000km of riding. 12000km a month. 3000km a week. 428km a day for 60 days straight. Yes, my ass is a little sore.

My first major ride of the summer was from Vancouver to Preeceville, Saskatchewan and back. That’s about 4000 kms. When I returned to Vancouver, I rested one day and then it was off to Mexico with Aaron, Darren, and Kristine.

Our plan was pretty simple: take a month to drive down along the 101 to the southern most tip of the Baja, and spend some time surfing along the way.

We camped wherever we didn’t have to pay. Beaches, sides of roads, ditches, abandoned schools, and the like. Motorbikes give you the added advantage of being able to get by gated roads, drive on walking paths, and generally get to all the good spots that cars can’t get to.

On our third night of camping under the stars, a rat decided to get cozy with me in my sleeping bag. I jumped up, causing the rat to slip further into the bag. Not fun. Thus began the idea of sleeping on a tarp with the edges propped up, as to prevent future mean and nasties from disturbing our sleep. But even the tarp couldn’t prevent a stray puppy from invading the campsite somewhere in the middle of the Baja desert. Where he came from remains a mystery. We were over 200kms from the nearest town, and had to fill 2 liter pop bottles with gas just so our bikes could make it.

We gave him some water but he wasn’t interested. He may have been hungry though because he was keen on chewing on the leather of our boots. Hence we named him “Das Boot”. We really wanted to take him with us, but we still had another 3 weeks and 5600km to go on the motorbike, so taking him was an impossibility. So we left the little bugger there to die in the desert.

One thing I noticed in Mexico was that every family dog was a puppy. People own puppies, not dogs. I have a theory on this: when dogs get older their owners lose interest in them and force the dogs to fend for themselves. Hence the packs of stray, disease ridden, sickly looking dogs — which quickly become dead dogs.

We picked up a hitchhiker along the way and drove him 1100 km on the back of my bike. He didn’t speak a lick of English and my Spanish was bare-bones, others non-existent. He seemed appreciative though, and taught us how to catch oysters.

It was a great trip — no breakdowns, no major incidents. Aaron slid out at one point, nothing serious. Some strange fucking things kept stinging us in the desert while riding — like bees but 20x worse. Flying scorpions? A seagull tried to attack us in the middle of the desert. Desperation move, poor lost bastard. The heat was intense at times. At times we rode only in our underwear, pouring water on ourselves. Living up to the gringo loco stereotype I guess.

The end.

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1 tarp, 3 motorbikes, 1 goat path down to the beach = priceless camping.

1 tarp, 3 motorbikes, 1 goat path down to the beach = priceless camping.

We picked up this guy, who was walking 50km outside of the last town, with nothing but a liter of water and a bottle of hot-sauce.

We picked up this guy, who was walking 50km outside of the last town, with nothing but a liter of water and a bottle of hot-sauce.

His name is Armando, he's 59 yrs old, a fisherman, and confident he can walk the 1100 kms to his hometown, but would really rather not.

His name is Armando, he’s 59 yrs old, a fisherman, and confident he can walk the 1100 kms to his hometown, but would really rather not.

He showed us how to catch oysters. Hence the hot sauce.

He showed us how to catch oysters. Hence the hot sauce.

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Harley catalog ad. Aaron, Darren, and Kristine.

Harley catalog ad. Aaron, Darren, and Kristine.

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I just don't think they can run that fast.

I just don’t think they can run that fast.

Bandit camping somewhere in Oregon.

Bandit camping somewhere in Oregon.

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El Chupacabra

El Chupacabra

Kristine dares approach the evil goat sucker.

Kristine dares approach the evil goat sucker.

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Because anything goes in Mexico.

Because anything goes in Mexico.

Some guy living the dream -- local Todo Santos surfer.

Some guy living the dream — local Todo Santos surfer.

Darren surfing in Todo Santos.

Darren surfing in Todo Santos.

Aaron and Kristine.

Aaron and Kristine.

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Camping on the beach in Todo Santos.

Camping on the beach in Todo Santos.

Girl with soon to be dead dog.

Girl with soon to be dead dog.

Different dead dog. Oh yes, it's dead. See the flies? Definitely dead.

Different dead dog. Oh yes, it’s dead. See the flies? Definitely dead.

A very dead cow.

A very dead, very big dog. I think it’s a dog. Ya, it’s a dog.

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Some big ol trees.

Some big ol trees.

Saltwater elk.

Saltwater elk.

Skeeter is a bearded dude with one arm. Skeeter rides a motorbike, using his right hand to not only throttle and brake, but to clutch as well. Quite a feat. We met Skeeter at a gas station, he was looking to drink a brew but they only sold them in 6-packs. So he bought us a round and we drank them in the parking lot. Skeeter rocks. Be more like Skeeter.

Skeeter is a bearded dude with one arm. Skeeter rides a motorbike, using his right hand to not only throttle and brake, but to clutch as well. Quite a feat.
We met Skeeter at a gas station, he was looking to drink a brew but they only sold them in 6-packs. So he bought us a round and we drank them in the parking lot. Skeeter rocks. Be more like Skeeter.

If you drive 600km south of the Mexico/US border along Highway 1, you'll come to a tight corner somewhere outside of Mulege and find these two guys shoveling tomatoes back into a truck that tipped over taking the corner too fast. It'll be 45DegC out, and you won't feel like stopping, but you really should stop and give these guys some encouragement cause I honestly can't think of a worse job on the entire earth.

If you drive 600km south of the Mexico/US border along Highway 1, you’ll come to a tight corner somewhere outside of Mulege and find these two guys shoveling tomatoes back into a truck that tipped over taking the corner too fast. It’ll be 45DegC out, and you won’t feel like stopping, but you really should stop and give these guys some encouragement cause I honestly can’t think of a worse job on the entire earth.

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