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Intro to Baja ride report (mostly KLRs, beer and dust...but no burros)

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On the occasional weekend, I'll ride down solo and explore south of Ensenada. Sometimes I invite others along. The last 3 years I've put together a somewhat organized ride to introduce riders to Baja. It truly is Baja Lite but they always enjoy it. Usually, the folks are KLR riders, and this time was no different. Ok, here's the ride report!

Intro to Baja ride 2015: You couldnt have knocked the smile off of my face.

Alternate titles, as suggested by the peanut gallery:

· When it all goes south

· 4 burros and a cop

· Buckwheat does Baja

· Maryland Mamas Boy visits the Pharmacy

· Junior Naps Again

· Keepin it above 30KPH!

· Tweakers, tacos, and dirt naps but not one damn donkey

My challenge to the 5 riders that morning was simple: Ill need just 4 things: Photographic evidence of you:

· On a sandy Mexican beach;

· With a Mexican beer;

· With a Mexican cop (selfie);

· With a Mexican burro.

That wasnt too much to ask. Or was it?

This is the story of how it all went south, literally

We all met at the American Legion in La Mesa on Saturday morning. There was Brad (Drunk Uncle), Doug, Steve (SoloKLR), the father and son duo of Dave and Clay...and me, your fearless leader.

There were four KLRs, a KTM and a Triumph Tiger. There was a good vibe in the air and I could tell right away this was going to be a fun ride.

We started off at 10:30 for Tecate and, after a short ride on old Highway 94, were across the border. We rode Highway 3 south to Ensenada where we were greeted by throngs of revelers celebrating the end of the Baja 1000.Because it was so crowded, I couldnt get to my favorite fish taco stand. We found a little place to sit and enjoyed some chow and beers. The owner thought we were big shot Baja 1000 riders and insisted on snapping photos of us with our bikes to place in his restaurant.

Shortly afterward we were fueled and heading south.

We left the pavement at Santo Tomas, about 500 miles behind the Baja 1000 racers. The dirt road looked good and we were making good time. About 10 miles in, the road turned bad, rutted and torn up from hundreds of racers the day before. And thats when the carnage began

I crested the top of a short hill and found myself alone. There were supposed to be riders behind me. When the dust cleared I saw not one but two bikes on their sides. No one was injured and we were off and running in no time.

The coast was now in view, beckoning us to follow where cold beers and a sandy beach would be waiting. But ruts and sand were to prove a challenge and bikes were down again. And again.

The sun was setting and we were still over an hour from our first scheduled stop. I did not want to be on that trail in the dark. And then the path turned to sand...

Ive gotta hand it to Clay; he knows the correct method of picking up a loaded bike.

We arrived to La Calavera fish camp with minutes of daylight left. Looking ahead, I saw Doug heading down a side trail to the beach. Oh, boy, hes gonna be stuck. And he was. As darkness arrived, I saw Steve extricating the bike as we rode along the coast road.

We passed Rancho Tampico where Steve snapped a photo of the famous Chupacabra sign. The blurry photo that Doug was trying to pass off as a burro just mightve been the Chupababra.

We rolled into a festive Coyote Cals 45 minutes after dark. We were tired and thirsty and Rick, the owner, set us up with everything we needed. We decided to stay there instead of heading 3 miles south to camp on the beach. Within minutes we had our bikes parked, our gear unloaded and buckets of beer in our dusty hands. Then the storytelling commenced

There was a lot of dust, no injuries, not much damage to the bikes and lots of smiles as we recounted the days ride. Everyone was in a good mood as we enjoyed cold ones and a fine dinner. We all agreed it was a good decision to forgo camping and stay at Cals instead. In our condition, Im unsure if we couldve made it the 3 miles to the camping spot on the beach.

We were asleep early after a good day of riding.

The next morning we had breakfast there and snapped a photo.

We then saddled up and rolled down south to see the ocean and where we wouldve camped. After a few minutes at the shoreline, we all rode through a volcano and headed south to San Vicente.

After passing through a military checkpoint (one of 3 that weekend), we rode 40 miles of dirt road to Valle de la Trinidad. The last mile included some fun sand. Note: Riders should approach sand at 30 KPH (18 MPH) for maximum efficacy. Just sayin

We enjoyed some really good carne asada tacos and fueled up before heading east to San Felipe on Highway 3. A young boy passing by snapped a cool group photo for us.

At the junction of Highways 3 and 5, Brad split off and headed north to Mexicali. The rest of us headed south and were on the beach by 2:30 PM. We found a camp spot and promptly went out for supplies (beer). We rounded up some firewood and had a nice fire while we drank Tecate and talked about the day. We set our tents up on the beach, a few feet from our bikes and sat down to enjoy a nice afternoon.

Much to our surprise & dismay, a local denizen by the name of Manny the Deportee came along and entertained us with tales of crime and punishment. He was a real piece of work and it took $3 to make him disappear. He was gone so fast that only his footprints in the sand and burglary tools remained. That was the best $3 we spent in Baja

We walked next door and had a restaurant prepare a to-go meal for us. It was tasty and enough for 5 hungry guys. An emboldened Doug, knowing only amigo and taco in Spanish, left sans helmetfor more supplies. He returned shortly with saddlebags full of Mexican beer. Didnt I tell you this was a great crew?

After walking down to the shore for a few minutes, we turned in early and were up at first light. The weather couldnt have been better: warm days & brisk nights.

We packed up the bikes and found a local place where we had coffee and birria tacosthe perfect Mexican breakfast. After fueling up, it was just a 140-mile ride to the border.

At about the 80-mile mark, we stopped to rest at a local establishment. It mustve been something in the 50s and 60s but was not much more than an antiquated diner now.

We enjoyed some cold sodas then hopped back on the bikes for the final push north, reaching Mexicali at 12:30. We moved right to the front of the line and were into the US at Calexico in minutes.

After fueling up, I handed out KLR-specific prizes for everyone who found at least one item on the list. We then said our good-byes and headed our separate ways. I went west to San Diego, Dave, Clay and Steve went northeast to the Phoenix area, while Doug went back into Mexico at Algodones for his moms medication. Yeah

I was home in 90 minutes and received confirmation that everyone else had made it home safely later that evening.

This was an extremely fun ride with a group of very cool riders. Im already planning the next one.post-14554-0-90575500-1448420123.jpegpost-14554-0-68329600-1448420142.jpegpost-14554-0-44537600-1448420155.jpegpost-14554-0-40288300-1448420240.jpegpost-14554-0-25827700-1448420249.jpegpost-14554-0-63485500-1448420269_thumb.j

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Sounds like an awesome ride was had by all! Thanks for the recap. Looking forward to getting down there this season...I have a 3 day kitchen pass, a fuel injected, well-prepped bike, a fistful of pesos left over from a trip to Cabo, and a basic grasp of Spanish. What more could I need? :)

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You have the Big 4. You're ready for Baja!

Where are you planning on spending that 3-day pass?

They're paving to Coco's and way south of Puertecitos. That would be good to ride before it's turned to blacktop.

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Too much fun. Sounds like we didn't cross paths this time. Reading this report reminds me of a dennia connor or ted turner quote: "the chance for mistakes is equal to the number of crew squared". But in this case it soinds like it all worked out. Great read.

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this fits the forum name perfectly SD ADV riders. Nice trip. Its always an adventure "down there".

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I need to do one of these rides with you. Diego I cannot believe that you could not find any donkeys. Every time I have ridden with you in the past you brag and go on and on about this Donkey show in a bar, what happened this time? Did they move the show to a new bar?

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Anyone interested in putting together a more dirt/small bike version of this trip? I want to get down to Baja!

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Instead of a burro, I should've had them find a Kug decal. There were plenty of those!post-14554-0-13843900-1448467782.jpeg

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The guys, none of whom had ever been to Mexico (and were a little nervous), took my challenge seriously.

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Anyone interested in putting together a more dirt/small bike version of this trip? I want to get down to Baja!

Yup!

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Nice write up Dan! Looks fun, glad that camping spot in SF worked out for you. I climbed up that "life guard" stand a few times to send out the Baywatch vibes.

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