Day 3 was an even later start. More jetting work to be done by someone. Thankfully that bike was 100% dialed in and the adventure continued. We went south on the trusty main route through Buena Vista.
Note to Richard: Buena Vista route is no longer government maintained and is little more that a goat path. Last year it was a bit dicey. This year is was marginally passable for KLR650's. Our little group tore that trail up like Christmas wrappings with a huge smile.
But first, a bit of Galeana:
On the main square, proximo to the hotel is the church. Quite nice.
We named this What the HECK Jesus. Today he was asking, "WHY, O WHY. WHY ISN'T YOUR JETTING RIGHT YET? What the HECK"
Don't make em like they used to
Found our group on the square getting tacos
These are the Mexicans to beware of. They give you gassy farts.
If you ever need a CAR WAHSSSSSS
After a satisfying large breakfast at " " (someone help me out) it was back to the hotel to check repair status and get geared up. We are always the last to leave town
But never in such a hurry as to not screw around a bit more
Or check on tinder "matches" or whatever
We rode south so hard and so long I forgot about pictures for a couple of hours. So much fun
Everett's jetting was perfect to tackle "Horrible Hill" a couple or 10 times.
Tired and happy crew
Here, ride this river. Then a crash. And a repair. And we Vaminosed Agimos
I crashed in Mexico. Last April. On a streetbike. Going kinda fast. My dirt bike luck is much better, with only one minor tip over in Mexico in 2010. So, my bike stayed upright, and dirty, and out of the water. Couple of others didn't, LOL
Gassed up in Iturbide from a Gerber baby formula bottle of Magna 87 proof gasolina and headed back to town for more beers, tequila, and grub. 125 miles felt great.