Monday the 20th was launch day and I headed out of town with Jumping Jupiter Jones who was rocking a ’75 BMW R90/6 complete with Govt. issue sleeping pad strapped to the front forks. We were in route to San Juanico of Scorpion Bay to check out the Pacific side of things. The ride was scenic, involved a small mountain pass, one dead bobcat, my first river crossing on the bike (“lil dirty”) and some road construction reroutes thru the not so easy riding element of sand. I found that the stand up, hammer down & lean back technique worked pretty well in the sand but hell if I know, I almost ate shit more than twice.
San Juanico is a nice town and has the seasoned feel of an old fishing/shrimping village but with the added spice of a surfing contingent that enjoys the long and steady break that (apparently) attracts varying abilities at different times of the year. But once again, what do I know, I only ate tacos made from the day’s catch and drank beer.
At daybreak Juniper and I powered down a little instant coffee from the jet-boil, enjoyed a hearty breakfast complete with bacon and hit the road. Apart from revisiting the river crossing and the dead bobcat and the sandy reroutes, the first half of the ride was just a ride. The second half of the trip to La Paz was more of the same but included an eclectic stop in the town of Las Positas. At la casa de Suzane (??) one can buy handmade boot knives, appreciate animal heads, ponder historical murals, look up at hanging cactus fixtures, squint at autographed copies of famous Mexican singers, view Mexicans in Judo garb and see real deal cowboy and Poncho Villa pictures. This was the kind of place that I left home to see.
Upon arrival at La Paz Jupiter & I parted ways and for the first time in two weeks I was back to one.
