The guys on the BMW's were spouting some sort of nonsense about riding through rain in Gonzaga Bay, and I must admit that the skies were looking a tad threatening. This got the others to move on down the road without us, but Squid's Leap and I stayed put to wait for the chase trucks and make sure the rider that got hurt was ok. Squids Leap was sure it was his buddy that got hurt, he just said he had a feeling, and he was right.
We had a good time hanging out and talking and visiting some with Coco. While we were there a gringo in a small pickup pulled in. His truck started rolling backwards for quite a ways til he stopped it. Seems he had been climbing on some rocks when he looked down and saw his truck rolling backwards down the road (apparently this happens fairly often) and he biffed hard as he tried to scramble down after it. He bloodied up his fingers and wrist, and he had a gaping gash across his knee. He had it wrapped with clear tape and you could see things that you shouldn't normally be able to see outside an operating room. It was gross. 3 local Mexican guys agreed to help him, and one drove his truck for him while the other 2 followed in their own truck. They were taking him to a hospital in Santa Rosalia. Try getting a few locals to even tell you where the hospital
is around here, much less help you get there
Anyway, onwards to the north...
I didn't stop to take any photos on the way back to San Felipe. I wanted to, as there were some very scenic vistas along the way, but if you've got clear road ahead of you, you gotta take advantage of it. Stop to take a photo, 5 guys pass you, then it's back to the dusty grind again. There are other photos posted of this stretch, though, so y'all ain't missing out on anything
We got a room as soon as we got back, and I couldn't get in that hot shower fast enough. The showers in Bay of LA were a bit, how shall I say this...refreshingly brisk...and I was looking forward to a long hot leisurely shower. It did not disappoint. I got in bed right afterwards, as I was feeling like crap ever since I noticed a cold coming on the night before. Well, before you know it we're firing up the bikes and on our way to the booming metropolis of downtown San Felipe for the only microbew in Baja. It was me, Eric, Mike Kay, Greg and David (IonEater and fitness2go) on our bikes, with Armin (Hammer) and Jamie following in their truck. Dave and Blake (BCVisin) joined us a bit later. I rode in the back of the pack and had a great time watching Greg and David hoisting big fat wheelies on the way. I don't know what it is about motorcycles that brings out the inner kid in all of us, but I suspect it's a major reason why most of us ride them
Me and David out in front of the bar...
We ordered food to be delivered from Beto's across the street. As usual, Mike did not steer us wrong, as the food was extremely tasty.
We settled down into the luxurious bar chairs and watched the `07 Baja 1000 on the gargantuan screen about 6 feet away from us...
David gearing up to leave...
Got back to the hotel, realized I'd left my glasses there. Eric went back for them but they were gone. Went to Beto's the next morning to see if they were there ($100 says that's where I left `em...) but no go. I asked in my best Spanish (after asking Mike how to say "glasses") and the lady handed me a menu, so it appears as though I need to work on my Spanish a bit before striking out on my own

Even Mike couldn't get the glasses to appear. Oh well...I guess what happens in Baja really
does stay in Baja...
Eric and I were up early the next morning. I pushed my bike behind the building before firing it up and riding it over to the trailer in the "long-term" parking lot. I will admit to a tinge of sadness. I didn't want to leave just yet. There is a staggering amount of opportunity for riding down there, whether it be on a zillion-pound GS or a lightweight 2-stroke dirt bike, and I wasn't quite ready to turn towards the north. One last photo and the bike gets loaded...
Said some good-byes and Mike, Coffee and I pulled outta town in search of breakfast, fitness2go, IonEater, Lairpost and Flying Trash Can in tow. We ended up at the aforementioned Baja Java, soon to be joined by JimB, George and...Larry, maybe? I can't remember...anyway, killer breakfast!
The border crossing was a tad time-consuming. It took about 2 hours total, I'm guessing. We got yanked outta line and sent to the "secondary" stop...or whatever it was called. They searched the back of the truck and brought out the drug-sniffing dogs. They must be birddogs, too, because they caught some lady trying to smuggle a parrott in her purse. The whole experience could have been stressful, but with Mike in control I had no worries whatsoever.
Got into Calexico, hooked back up with the WA kids and FTC, and learned that the Grapevine was closed due to snow. Here we are trying to figure out alternate routes...
We moved things around in a Wal-Mart parking lot and sent Coffee, IonEater and fitness2go on their way home, while we loaded Lairpost's bike on our trailer and began the long trek back home. We noticed some unusual brake noise that wasn't there before, but shrugged it of with a mental note to take it easy on the declines. I buckled up my 5-point harness just in case.
We dropped Lairpost off in Oceanside, and continued north on 101. We pulled an all-nighter and rolled into Oakland about 5:15am. I had to be at work at 6am, but luckily my boss gave me the day off. Eric took the day off, too. We set Mike up in the campervan and he slept about 5 hours before returning home up north. Or trying to, anyway. He said the brakes disintegrated on the way and the truck ended up in the shop. Yikes

We still aren't fully recovered, and I'm still hacking and coughing all the time.
I have to give a
big thanks to Mike and George for taking on such a Herculean task and completing it with great success. We only had one flat tire (mine,) one minor electrical issue and one broken silencer bracket. No one got lost, we only had one minor injury and Matt was able to ride it out on his own so no big deal, and there were no personality battles or any other weirdness to deal with. Each and every one of the folks I met was warm and personable, and their true personalities were much like their on-line personas, and that's always a good thing. The riding itself was secondary, as I think the best part for me was meeting everyone and being able to put a face to a name. This is a good group of individuals we've managed to assemble here, and I think that's something that we can all take pride in. Eric enjoyed himself much more than he thought he would, as he always does when I manage to talk him into some far-flung adventure with a bunch of people we've never met before

He really enjoyed everyone's company, as well, and had a great time riding with everyone. If he didn't enjoy his KTM so much, he'd be on a TE610, for sure

Thanks for letting him tag along on his non-Husky
Anyway, that's it from me. It was an excellent experience and I'm already looking forward to the next ride down in Baja
WoodsChick