The team converged in McAllen on Friday evening with the goal of getting all our border crossing paperwork done. Doing so would enable us to get up Saturday morning and make a beeline for the mountains. However, you know what they say about the best laid plans of mice and men. For a few reasons we didn't get everything done Friday evening, meaning we would be delayed an hour or two getting money exchanged and border crossing paperwork completed on Saturday morning.
Luckily the Anzalduas Bridge (our preferred crossing site) was not busy at all and in short order we were all legal to ride into Mexico's interior.
The planned route had us zipping 200 miles down the freeway from Reynosa to Ciudad Victoria. West of that the fun would finally start on the old highway crossing the mountains toward Tula. Our plan also included riding dirt south from Juamave on a great little dirt road Milton and I had discovered 5 years earlier. However, due to the delays earlier in the day, we ran out of time and opted out of the dirt portion of today's ride.
As you know, it has been raining in Texas for 4 weeks. One concern we had was how much rain we would encounter during this trip. We were all prepared to ride in the rain but too much rain turns dirt into mud - and nobody wants to ride in the mud on loaded down bikes, for obvious reasons. Additionally, rain causes tributaries, creeks, and rivers to swell, potentially preventing us from crossing and either delaying our ride or causing us to come up with time consuming bypasses. And, sure enough, a short distance out of Reynosa we encountered the first rain of the trip.
A quick stop on the side of the road to don our rain gear and we were back on our way.
The rain didn't last long and a short time later we were once again back in the sun and speeding toward Victoria.
At every stop along the way people were very curious about the 6 old guys on motorcycles. We were asked a lot of friendly questions about where we were from and where we were going. Milton and Bob are the best Spanish speakers in the bunch and were able to engage in extended conversations with the locals. The rest of us sorta shrugged our shoulders and did the best we could with our limited Spanish.