Mexico City to Mexico City Mixteco Ride Day I

Today was a zero, down, rest day that started out with therapeutic room massages on account of our tired riding shoulders and legs. Yesterday I pushed the lean angle on my BMW 1250 motorcycle possibly more than ever, on the road to Toluca; just trying to keep up with the Lord, Todd and Chris.

The Lord in this case is our most capable of riders; one that always takes the lead and holds on to it with a vengeance. Both the Lord and Todd were going toe to toe splitting lanes and laying down tracks to each of our planned destinations.

To ask “why” he is now known as the Lord is like asking “why do nicknames always seem to rhyme for shortened versions of full names like Bob for Roberto or Bill for William.

The reason is that there’s no reason; things just evolve the way they do and if you try to change it there’s consequences. Did I fail to mention that Lord is his last name? I suppose we can call also refer to him as Chuy; at least until we again cross the border back to Phoenix.

The Lords sidekick Chris usually rooms with the Lord and rides a wicked Ducati; but, not on this ride, as he is now riding a Honda Africa Twin. The Lord needs a Robin in a way no other superhero needs a sidekick because, Robin always keeps the Lord from going to the dark side. Robin ensures that the Lord never forgets why he chose to join a Gpskevin ride; it’s for the food, the camaraderie of riders and to ride with Yoda Roberto and his friend GPSKEVIN.

Robin has a few superhero weaknesses; though spicy foods and bad wine are the only two he will admit to. Hola shit Yoda!

I Love Joey

We’re now at an elevation of over 8500’. Coming into Toluca it felt like a Big Sur or Monterey California sort of climate and greenery.

Finally we arrive to the land of mole—a chocolate sauce requiring the roasting, the toasting, the pureeing, the reconstituting, the frying, and heaven only knows what other processing of twenty-eight different ingredients that are served to you in a molcajete, a lava-rock bowl. Neither one at our table cared much for it.

Hold on Lord I’m coming says Robin

In addition to riding motorcycles on scenic and twisties type roads in and to parts far and wide in Mexico our goal is to also be like Anthony Bourdain, RIP and walk into someone else’s shoes, while also eating their foods. Bourdain really knew how to walk a fine line between being a tourist in a foreign country and respecting their local culture.

Here’s an awesome quote of his:

Do we really want to travel in hermetically sealed popemobiles through the rural provinces of France, Mexico and the Far East, eating only in Hard Rock Cafes and McDonalds?

Or do we want to travel without fear, tearing into the local stew, the humble taqueria’s mystery meat, the sincerely offered gift of a lightly grilled fish head?

I know what I want. I want it all. I want to try everything once.”

That one quote precisely fits our Gpskevin ride model. Today in Mexico City riders are showing up in airplanes to pick up their motorcycles and join the rest of us already here. Today Canadian John joined our little table group and we all got along great catching up on previous rides. Tomorrow he joins the three firefighters in the group Terry, Brian and Big Jim on the first ride day of this Mixteco week long ride.

Some of the Mexican peoples around the places we have already ridden to, and also plan on riding to, have ancestors who developed governments, made awesome astronomical discoveries and even their own writing system. These future Mexicans were so smart that they grew enough corn to feed their entire population. What they didn’t have though was the wheel.

Yes, that was their missing link. So how did they overcome? They did it by having the most amazing of foods.

Today they ride everything imaginable; so much to the point that there’s constant gridlock in their cities. And as a side note rarely do they hit each other.

They are the ultimate froggers. In the game of froggers the object of the game is to direct frogs to their homes one by one; by crossing a busy road, and navigating a river full of hazards. Mexicans when left to their own devices do this better than anyone else in the world.

My friend Keith M did not show up to this ride on account of this worldwide situation going on; therefore, in his honor, we are planning on celebrating his birthday without him. We hope to have mariachis too. The Mariachi music is also part of the cultural identity of Mexico. Keith’s favorite song I believe is Camino de Guanajuato. “No vale nada la vida …….! And where’s my tye dye Keith?

Yoda Roberto took us on a walking tour.

Mariachi music is normally performed by seven or eight musicians playing violins, trumpets, and guitars, dressed in the traditional tight pants and short jackets adorned with silver; however, due to this worldwide “situation”, we will have a tough time finding traditional mariachis so, any two guys in blue jeans will now do.

Hola Amigos and here’s to the start of a wonderful week.

Trawlercat