What are the details on the crash by one of the group that left for the BMW rally?
Jim, Frank, Brian and Ralph were signed up for the Mexico BMW rally in San Cristobal de las Casas. Jim, Frank and Brian each had either a wife or a girlfriend fly into Oaxaca with the plan to meet them and ride together to San Cristobal - the girls in a rented car and the guys leading them on the bikes.
Everybody made it to Oaxaca and the day arrived it was time for the others to go the the rally, with me not wanting to go but to stay in Oaxaca for touring and the Dia de los Muertos festivities.
We're in different hotels, but only 4 blocks walking distance, so I get up early to go have coffee at the hotel with the others and see them off. Last time I saw them all together was at the Hotel Conzotti breakfast table, where I said goodbye and left to find Instituto Cultural de Idiomas to get some info. As I'm walking back from the Institute, the rental car honks its horn and they waive to me. I waive back and say "good luck!"
Well, luck was not to be with them, as for them it was one long cluster of a day ahead for the rally riders. Before they got out of Oaxaca, the group separated. Brian, Frank and Ralph never saw Jim on his bike or the girls in the car until they got to Oaxaca.
The route was much longer and complicated then their planning and it started to rain and get dark, and they were not close to San Cristobal. Add to that fact is Jim on his GS was slowed down by the girls in the rental car, who could not deftly pass other traffic.
Meanwhile, Frank, the crash-ee, met his accident in this manner: the usual combo of events explanation where not one thing is the culprit: dark, rain, fatigue, stress.....he found himself tripped by two different binding layers of pavement and when he turned sharply to avoid being spilled as a front tire meets different levels of layers, did just that, get spilled to the road. After a fashion, via the infusion of adrenaline, he is able to use the turn-your-back-to-the-bike method of raising his brand new 30th anniversary edition GS adventure to the vertical. It would be more hours until the bruising sets in and when I eventually see him back in Oaxaca, he is walking with a limp and a cane.
Meanwhile, somewhere near Tuxtla Gutierrez, Jim realizes that it is no fun riding as the lone escort for the car, and decides to pull over at a Pemex and get into the car, leaving his bike parked under a street light. How he gets his bike back is like this: he is on a rally bus tour from San Cristobal the next day to a canyon west of San Cristobal, when he gets the idea to take a 2 hour taxi ride back to the Pemex, retrieve his bike, and ride it back to San Cristobal with no helmet or jacket, since he did not conjure up the plan to do any of this until he realized the tour brought him in the general direction of his motorcycle. I guess his original plan was to ride in the car after the rally was over and just get it on the way back.
The rally was nearing it's end, but not yet having moved farther east to Palenque, which was the Saturday cultural treat requiring a new hotel for attendees. It included the geographic misfortune of making all attendees end the rally actually farther southeast than the rally city point of San Cristobal. Reflecting back on the cluster of arrival, and realizing that choosing to complete the rally as designed would place the group in the quandary of seeing a nice archeological site but adding even more miles to get back to Oaxaca, the group voted to skip Palenque and the last day of the formal rally, and head back to Oaxaca where in the meanwhile, I was enjoying an idyllic life of cappucinos and the viewing of exotic indigenous locals.
I did find Jim and pull him aside to ask him how the rally really went. His response was that it was a 4 on a scale of 1 to 10. There was no grand central hotel in San Cristobal that could hold all the attendees, so they were spread out around the city. Add to that the carnage of just getting there, and the disappointment of having to cut out Palenque (a must-see, if you're reading this and wondering if it's worth it to go there).
In the end, in true adventurer spirit, nobody let the events as described get them down...one just morphs what happens into a good tale and you learn to adjust what ever it is you adjust, mentally or physically or both, for your future trips to Mexico. In this arena, one thing is for certain, you learn a LOT about your fellow Mexico riders through all manners of levels of adversity of events, and if any display what could be kindly described as an "inability to play well with others", that person gets inscribed on a virtual "don't ride with that guy again" list. There's just too much planning, effort, and safety considerations that go into Mexico travel that you have to have a reasonable certaintly that your companeros have the flexiblility to keeps things in good humor at all times, as best as can be expected.