Beautiful day for exploring some two-tracks. This lake bed was amazing. I started trekking across it to short-cut a road I saw on my Garmin. Some fences and Cactus soon made me turn around after a mile.

The Roads today.

And then I get to this one. The kind Fellows at Bicimapas.com suggested that I take this road to get back to civilization. Hmm…

The only color for miles

I noticed it was cold for being 10 in the morning. Oh, We aren’t at sea level anymore. Makes sense.

This was one of the nice ones I ran across today. The others wanted to use me as a Frisbee

Around one, I stop in a small village and wonder over to a lady. I start speaking Spanish with my hands, and I get across that I am hungry. She says the word Burrito along with a slue of other, but I stick with Burrito. She comes out of her house 2 minutes later with 7 Bean Buretto’s I ask her Cuanto cuesta. She says de nada. I owe her somthing. I can’t take it for free, so I fish out 5 Pasos and hand it to her. She is reluctant, but takes it with a big smile. This is the Mexico I was looking for. This is her family.

Where am I now?

Free hot water I guess.

I found this dead snake on the way into town Does anyone know what kind it is?

That’s it for today. Tomorrow is going to be one heck of a ride.

165 miles across the mountains, all offroad, no fuel stops.
I’lll be going from Concepcion del Oro (south of Saltillo) to Juan Aldama.

Why did I buy insurance? You don’t even need a plate!

I ate at this family restaurant for only 21 pacos

They were nice enough to let me use their toilet.  NO SEAT!!

Good, it’s not diarrhea yet. It’s only a matter of time though.

Moving on….

This kind of stuff is everywhere.

Prety cool Buggy. I had to leave quick though. This guy with gold teeth named Ricki wouldn’t leave me alone. He was asking too many questions and he didn’t know about personal space etiquette. I wasn’t about to sit down and explain it to him. Next town!

Next town is far away. As you can see it’s already getting dark. Time to find a hotel before I break my numbro uno rule. No driving at night!

I find a place for 280 pasos. I need to start shopping for my sleeping area earlier in the day so I can find a cheaper spot.

Good night.

Where Do I even start this? I speak no Spanish for starters.

3 days have gone by since the last report.

I pack up my game from the night before. I’m all gassed up and ready to roll. I turn left on a one way and what do I see?

An Adventure rider. We stop and I ask if he is going to Mexico. “Nope, just got back”

Shoot, there goes my plan to use him for information.

Frank is a pretty cool guy. He has been riding forever. At age 65 he is the young guy in the group. The oldest is 75 and still riding off road in Mexico. I ask him if he is on ADVRIDER, he doesn’t know about it. Frank is the real deal. He is not some yuppie on a 10k BMW asking where to get his oil changed. I like Frank. He tells me to cross at Progresso, so that is where I cross.

I’m not the only biker there.

I meet up with some Harley farmers trying to stay warm. I do the paper work thing. (Surprisingly easy) In fact my last boarder crossing from Sault Saint Marie Canada into Michigan took longer. The car I was driving was pulled to the side and searched for contraband. We passed. Here the armed gaurds just waved me through. MEXIO!!!

Riding a Motocycle is great. right after this photo, I buzzed by on the right.

I stop in China for the night. 300 Pasos. Sounds steep, but it’s getting dark. I decided to take it easy on day one.

Dinner, I learned to ask “Cuanto cuesta” before I eat.

Not sure what this means, but I don’t think it was a speed limit sign.

These are everywhere. I’ll try to not let that become of me.

Where Do I even start this? I speak no Spanish for starters.

3 days have gone by since the last report.

I pack up my game from the night before. I’m all gassed up and ready to roll. I turn left on a one way and what do I see?

An Adventure rider. We stop and I ask if he is going to Mexico. “Nope, just got back”

Shoot, there goes my plan to use him for information.

Frank is a pretty cool guy. He has been riding forever. At age 65 he is the young guy in the group. The oldest is 75 and still riding off road in Mexico. I ask him if he is on ADVRIDER, he doesn’t know about it. Frank is the real deal. He is not some yuppie on a 10k BMW asking where to get his oil changed. I like Frank. He tells me to cross at Progresso, so that is where I cross.

I’m not the only biker there.

I meet up with some Harley farmers trying to stay warm. I do the paper work thing. (Surprisingly easy) In fact my last boarder crossing from Sault Saint Marie Canada into Michigan took longer. The car I was driving was pulled to the side and searched for contraband. We passed. Here the armed gaurds just waved me through. MEXIO!!!

Riding a Motocycle is great. right after this photo, I buzzed by on the right.

I stop in China for the night. 300 Pasos. Sounds steep, but it’s getting dark. I decided to take it easy on day one.

Dinner, I learned to ask “Cuanto cuesta” before I eat.

Not sure what this means, but I don’t think it was a speed limit sign.

These are everywhere. I’ll try to not let that become of me.

The next morning I drove through miles of Orange groves.

I picked up a liter or fresh oj and two oranges for 10 pasos. It was a great breakfast. I gave me strength for my first water crossing.

Lunch was 25 pasos. About a $1.85. Can’t complain.

The family was so nice. The husband even tried to give me a free bike wash after the meal. I pleasantly refussed and took off for the next town. I was already pushing my limits with getting there before dark.

This spot was beautiful

Good here come the mountains

If it’s there you have to…