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what a coincidence they are testing them there

probably. when i just renewed my password, the email to do that ended up there. we have a tight filter installed here at work. unfortunately, i delete those trapped on a daily basis, so cant go see if it got thru. no matters, i'm safe again

will do.

signed up to ride it mid-May, in Lake Elsinore. Been reading lots of good reviews about it. Except the front end

i have to, i have no other life

nope. y'all must hate colonials

well, thanks a lot! you didnt even miss me

WTF did everyone go!!!? Phew, back now.

There is an off highway vehicle park just to the east of here, as well.

Camping weekend with the Northern Califronia crowd. Place is known as Songdog Ranch and it is about 1.5 hours north of me, at the end of Hwy 33.

The best thing i can say about the experts in our group is that they are patient and helpful. The lesser-skilled are good about finding bail out routes so they dont hold up the main group. Most rides are set up so that even slower riders dont hold up the faster ones for that long. motorcycle peeps are awesome, most times.

South America is next on the horizon. I've done the top half of the Americas, time for the bottom. Also, Mongolia is right there at, or near the top of the list! Followed a fellow named Oisin Hughes, on ADVRIDER, when he rode around the world. Mongolia he had the most bike issues, but fell in love with the people. Ever since, that's been the place I've wanted to see the most.

I've already heard real-life reviews (a few) on the Harley GS and for the most part, people like it. More power than my GS, at about the same weight. The only complaint is the front end look, but then we like the GS front end ?

Had a 98 Road King Classic. It was a Harley in the truest sense - rear brake better than front, suspension was so-so. But, the paint and chrome were excellent! (seriously). I love my R18, however. There is a quality that BMW imbibes in all their products that isnt really matched by other bike makers. Not that the others are falling apart. Go ahead and throw out the recall slings, or failed final drive comments. I've never not been taken care of by the mother ship. That being said, i've signed up to test the Harley BMW (Pan American) come late may, at Lake Elsinore. I'm wondering if i should ride my BMW Harley there ?

We make time and yes, we have a large play area. You are always welcome to come play in it!

Most of my pics are iPhone 11, which has pretty good resolution. Some of them are from people with better cameras. Here is a link to full set of pics, taken by another friend. https://rickks.smugmug.com/Motorcycle-Trips/AGALOS-Baja-2021 The core group of riders in the baja trip do some great and epic rides. It started with a 3 person trip to Alaska in 2009, and has grown in size and craziness over the years. We try to do at least one big trip a year, and Colorado is usually the focal point. We've ridden in Mexico and Colombia, besides the US and Canada. These guys have either created some really good rallies (March Moto Madness is one, Ribfest is another), or attend some GSGiants stuff. Two of the riders in the group were on different GS Trophy teams. The KTM rider was on the latest one, in Mongolia. Dennis was on the team that went to Thailand. Two other friends were on the team that went to Canada. I'm happy to say that they tolerate my poor offroad skills, and i'm not sure why ?

Not much was left to do of any interest as we finished our last leg north to the border in Tijuana. Given the number of bikes, we had formulated a plan for crossing. Most people at the border understand that motorcycles have "permission" to filter thru the line, to the front. However, we didnt want to piss anyone off by having 16 bikes filter to the front at the same time. Unfortunately, we relied on one of those "i know a shortcut" guys and that is what we, in fact, did. Fernando, the 650 rider, "knew" a shortcut thru Tijuana to a dedicated bike lane for the crossing. Or, he thought he did. After traversing thru the outskirts, thru two roundabouts, we found ourselves at an intersection where the leg to the border crossing was guarded by a man with a rope. Fernando convinced him to let us thru as this was the bike lane. Well, as it turns out, it wasnt. We never did find the bike lane, but we did find 30 other lanes, all full of cars. And, those cars had been waiting for quite some time. In fact, so much time that when 8 bikes crowded in front of them, "words" were thrown. We hadnt planned to crowd someone out, it just ended that way when our leader split the k rails and left us on our own. A true FTroop leader! Fortunately, we were smart enough to split up the group somewhat, but i cant really imagine how pissed the guy behind this group was when he suddenly found himself 8 vehicles further back than what he thought he was. Apologies to him, whomever he may be. 40 mins later, all riders accounted for, we blasted up Interstate 5 to a late lunch and several respective lodgings for the night. Those that had to catch planes the next day, did. Those who had to drive back to Louisiana did. And, no one died. Epilogue: My buddy from Connecticut rode back with me to my place, as he was flying out of Las Vegas. This was the guy who had shipped his bike and when he arrived in Las Vegas, found out his bike had yet to leave the East Coast. He rode Flames. Not nicely, it turns out. But, being the standup guy he is, he said he had an idea. he would ride Flames to Las Vegas and put her on a truck east, as the company owed him one. Once he got it back to his place, he was going to turn it over to Max BMW, a store he used to manage. The goal is that Flames will get a facelift of some sort, up to full restoration if he gets crazy, and i will fly out in August to attend the Rock Lobster Rally and see about riding her back home. I miss the ol girl. ?

Day 9, our last day in Baja and return to "civilization".... We woke up to discover it had rained again overnite. Our OCD GS owner woke up to discover that his freshly cleaned gear the night before hadnt faired so well hanging on the clothesline overnite ?. His boots hadnt done that well, either. At least, there was no mud on them. me, i was looking for a sequel to the "fun" i had missed the day before. I wasnt to be disappointed. Knowing what was between us and the pavement, we formulated a bike ferry plan and got everyone out to safety, with just enough "entertainment" for those of us who had missed it the day before. The above results were better than the day before: Lu may be FTroop and AGALOS, but the boy can ride. His K1600 never touched down as he flew thru the mud. But, once again, no one died.

One could get used to this place.

Scenery around Coyote Cals:

Day 8 - The nite at the hotel was kind of low key, with some pool playing and drinking. But, it was apparent that people were ready to get home. We woke the next day to nice weather, packed up and headed out. That day's destination was a place known as Coyote Cals, south of Ensenada (cant figure out why the map shows up twice...) The main group took off for El Rosario, the next gas station about 85 miles away. I hung back to escort one of the guys who was recovering from the night before. Margarita poisoning, or something like that. When we hit the road, about 10 miles north of town, i thought i would check my gas only to discover that yesterdays ' 75 mile range' had become '55 mile range'!! And, with 80 some miles to go, too. Going back wasnt an option (is it ever?) so we motored on, hitting zero range about 20 miles south of town. Given that BMW has some of the best corporate lawyers, i had a good feeling that the miles remaining would be very, very conservative and we finally pulled in for gas with no issues. The east coast of Baja is my favorite because it is usually warmer. The west coast (above) is just as awesome, when the weather cooperates. Mexican fast food. If you ever see one of these, stop! The food was excellent! Unfortunately for the locals, we wiped out that days supply! Things had been going pretty smoothly, which is a sign that an FTroop moment was overdue. Our FTroop nickname (look up the old 60s era American TV show for an idea of what i'm referring to) comes from the fact that during a club ride, it is a 50-50 chance on whether we all end up at the same place, at the same time, even with starting out together. A common thread in an FTroop episode is when Lu is leading, as he was to take us into Coyote Cals after lunch. He split out of the lunch stop at warp speed, with the majority of the riders in tow. Gary and I were lagging for some reason and took off to catch them. I had the route in my GPS and was watching the screen as Gary and I were starting to catch the main group. Getting stuck behind a truck, i didnt see them miss the upcoming turn onto the road to the coast. When i reached that road, i knew something was amiss. No one was waiting for me at the next corner, and i couldnt see them up the road. I thought they may have taken the second turn to this road, so headed up there to wait. Nobody. I turned around and headed out to the beach, sure that they were in front of me and had just kept going at the turn. Reaching Coyote Cal's i realized they were no where around?. So, figured i would check in to the rooms and unload the bike. About 20 minutes later, i went outside at the sound of motorcycles and found one of the funniest sights of the trip. The last 3 miles of road to the hostel are dirt. Given that it had rained that morning, there were large puddles and muddy sections. The guy above prides himself in a clean GS (i know, the first sign of a sick mind), so he of course, went down in a puddle. He unpacked and spent the next hour or so cleaning his gear and his bike. I guess he didnt understand we would be riding out the same way we came in, the next morning.?? Coyote Cals

Day 7 was pretty much a slog north on pavement, our destination being a hotel in Catavina about 300 miles north of San Ignacio. gas stop in Guerro Negro, the border between Baja and Baja Sud. Not sure of the purpose of the Harley monument, which is an army bike. There is an army compound right here, as well. Pemex gas stop at the border. Catavina is known for.... well something that we have no clue about. Strangely enough, there is a nice hotel located there that is a twin to one in San Ignacio. It is notorious for being the only gas supply along a stretch of nothing. And, that gas supply is usually a pickup truck with barrels of gas in the back. I had checked in with the fellow leading the club ride, our buddy Lu, who stated that a new PEMEX (state run) gas station had been constructed in Catavina. True to form for Lu, there was a gas station there, but it hadnt opened yet. So, we were back to finding the truck with gas. I passed on the gas service as my bike said i had enough range (barely) to reach the next known gas station in El Rosario, the next day. This would prove to be wrong <G>. The hotel in Catavina Oh, we hit a little rain coming in to town Bike count was now up to 16, inundating gas stations and restaurants and pretty much everywhere we we went <G>

Day 6 - continued. We had finally reached pavement again, and reached out to the BMW club riders who had been south to do whale watching - here is what that experience is like: (1) A Day With The Whales - YouTube We found out that three of them were in San Ignacio, so we headed south to meet up with them, spending the night at Rice and Beans. The day had been long, warm, dusty and extremely tiring so we made sure to rehydrate. This required 50 margaritas and ended with a large decrease in the Tequila supply in San Ignacio, if not in Baja! so much tequila was consumed that some even changed their pet allegiance.... The plaza in San Ignacio Ran across some fellow GS riders from Sonora, mainland Mexico. They had taken a ferry across from the mainland, and were headed north. Very clean GS's and they eyed our dirty beasts with a grin. Rested and hung over, we left San Ignacio the next day, Day 7. It was time to head north, back to the good ol US of A.

Guy on a motorcycle, so not @Bruce

Best part of being in Death Valley is that you feel like you are on another planet. With none of the day to day BS back home.