From my experience riding around 50+ kph above the limit in Mexico and passing multiple cars at a time while going over topas (speed bumps) the cops don't harass bikes nearly as much as they do here.touring on my R1 doesn't sound like a good time to me.. I have a heavy.. uh.. right hand
the off-road/camping portion of the ride reports i see are what make me want dual sport bike
Plus they'll throw me in the pokey.. or make me go broke from bribes on my bike
From my experience riding around 50+ kph above the limit in Mexico and passing multiple cars at a time while going over topas (speed bumps) the cops don't harass bikes nearly as much as they do here.
PigTrail said:The idea was that we'd push towards Santiago after lunch in Galeana, so that on the next day(Saturday) we could sleep in a bit, make our way to the border, and head back to Houston Saturday night. With Sunday being my birthday I was looking forward to having some time to re-orient myself before returning to the rat race on Monday.
So back in the valley north of Mimbres we were looking for some gas. In one of the little towns Scott stops and asks a gentlemen where we can find some gasolina. Here of course. And out he comes to fill our bikes.
The remainder of the evening was spent traversing the mountains towards Santiago. For 30-40 miles we wound along a paved road with several locations where the mountainside had nearly reclaimed the pavement. Aside from the land-slides, dramatic elevation changes in the curves, and little towns, there was little to distract us.
About 30 km from Santiago we connected with a larger 2 lane paved road and the atv traffic began to pick up. Apparently this area is a popular vacation destination with the Monterrey crowd. Atv and cabin rentals dotted the road-side. We pushed on in hopes of finding a hotel and hot meal near Santiago.
The topography and road cuts just west of Santiago are breath-taking. It's 500 ft cliff, river, road, and 500 ft cliff back up the other side. Scott and Jim likely have some better shots.
Coming down out of the mountains towards Santiago we got stuck in a bit of tourist traffic. The rear brakes of the f150 in front of us were letting off a fair bit of smoke as we descended. I don't suppose he realized that his automatic tranny can let him run in a lower gear. Scott also had a scare as a mountain cow standing next to the road made a lunge for him. As we neared the more populated western outskirts of Santiago it was beginning to get dark and I saw a sign that said hotel. Sweet, let's check it out. Turns out that it was a pretty posh place with rooms that were 1500 pesos per person for the night. After asking for some cheaper recommendations and then getting confused about the directions the desk clerk offerred us a room for a significantly reduced rate and we settled in for the night. Sweet. In the morning the hotel's bird population came to check us out.
I think this guy took one look at Jim's bike and fell in love. But can he afford her?
This was the view out of our hotel room. Not too bad for walking in off the street eh?
The hotel apparently catered to the atv crowd.
But it seems that these vehicles were for the exlusive use of those in the presidential suites. In case you're wondering that would not be us.
If you don't get cut off you physically can, but as to whether it's legal or not..that's another question. We saw 2 pickup trucks bump pretty good and people were screaming at each other and throwing empty plastic bottles. A few lane-splitting moto's are the least of the worries for the authorities.So you can split lanes going back across the border? I always wondered about this...
Oh thats nothing. When I "became the biggest a-hole ever", now thats a story. Just after I took the last pic of Richard and the Mex/USA plaque in the background we motored off again. Maybe I did one too many wheelies that day... well, I did... but my top bag shifted way over. Unfortunately at this point a big truck with towing mirrors sort of blocked my way, so i was leaning over for that and crack snapple and pop, a mirror exploded shattering in pieces in front of me. I stopped, evaluated the situation... tucked my tail pulled in my elbows and took off.... only to be stopped at the final line crossing the border. The next thing I know, a guy is tapping me on my shoulder. "blah blah blah, yu broka mi espejo! mi espejo! You broka mi espejo!" "Lo siento, que quieras? Tengo seguros, quiera mis papeles?" "No no no, moneda, ahora. Aqui! " "Ehhh, no tengo mucho, cuantas quieras?" "Cien dollares!" "No tengo, solo siesento en pesos." bien.We accidentally took the Sentri lane that goes straight to the toll booth but the guy told us we were in the wrong spot so we just road over the curb and it was really hard to squeeze in. Some guy in a Tundra came 1/2" from running over my foot and we basically had to play chicken with a camry.
I've gotten into debates about whether you'd be at a disadvantage or an advantage when fighting with moto gear on. I think the boots might be an advantage if you can land a kick but the jacket is restrictive and I think the helmet would be the achilles heel because someone could grab under the chin and have full control of your balance and position.At this point I wipe my forehead... thanking Dios that the guy didnt beat me down for hit nd run! Although that might have proved interesting for him... trying to beat up someone in full moto gear.
Thats all folks.