moto.monk
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So a bit about im a army veteran 2010 and have been daily riding for the last 6 years. So so blah who gives a fuck and lets get to the story's
So did a short ride to baja california after joining a meet up group in Nov of 2019. This popped my cherrie at least on a motorcycle. I have been to baja since the age of 10 and loved it. Well this time around I would venture on my own for a solo moto camping trip. So low and behold there I am as leave my meet up group. I am scared shitless after I leave the group and think this is fucking stupid how can I do something is wreckless, I could get killed, robbed etc. Keep in mind ive been coming here since the age of 10. I then keep going as keep the sense of adventure
. I stop at some camp grounds that I looked up on google. I am still scared on what I have done since leaving the group about 10 miles ago. Man how brave I am at being alone, dodging all that danger in being in an unknown land.
Well I camp and meet a local and well he doesn't talk at first. Then I camp and wake up in the morning and behold this monuments adventure. Its time to head back to head to the US. So I do and then after only after a fews months to head back but this time do all of baja I mean the 1100+ miles or so to get to get cabo san lucas. After spending months before hand looking at blogs and youtube videos on how baja was this, that and the other, I went anyways. Well I rode for 6 days around trip and rode in the dark like the internet said not to. Welllllllllll nothing happend, not one fucking thing went wrong. Theres the spot with no fuel for 150 miles, the police/ army are corrupt, you could robbed, you could get sick blah blah blah shut the fuck up. So after completing my mission of six days of amazing epic, dangerous adventure I did while solo, while dealing with craziness.
I decided that it wasnt enough I had to do something crazier and picked mexico. Well after getting turned back at mexcali for not having my orginal title in hand to the super tenere, I lost a day. Well Mission accomplished and nothing happen on my ride down the coast of mainland mexico. Well not quite, well ok it kicked my ass and I did not end up completing my goal riding to cancun over the course of 1 month. After riding into though some of the lesser own highways of mexico I stopped at my first and only check point to since if I could ride in mainland mexico. After which was a shit hole of trash, traffic, bad drivers and fucked up roads and potholes and I mean potholes were they the locals take trash to fill it with. Well I ride and ride and ride. I see the same shit over and over again until I hit the next major city. Well I hit mexico city after a 14 hour ride which was spent partly in mexico city getting lost and ill explain in a minute. Well after my 10 hours of riding and I hit mexico city and hit toll booth of after tooth and it cost and I shit you not more then $16 USD to get to the heart of mexico. After me getting my ass kicked by heat, roads, traffic and me being stubborn on getting to mexico city my fucking phone pops off the ST after hitting the biggest pot hole in my entire life causing the st to bottom out, me almost getting ejected and the phone getting involuntary air borne. Well fuck me I do turns and turns around the city because all I want to do is sleep and feel safe. Well After being lost for 3 hours I am directed to a hotel which I am thankful for. However this hotel is rented by the hour and I am confused. Well it takes me another hotel to figure out that I am in the red light distinct of mexico city. Which would make sense I saw so many fucking hot as chicks with there johns in the parking lot.
Well I find a place its $250 USD and its in the center of the city and well it feels amazing to park your ST next to a 80k BMW. It also feels nice to order coronas and a hot sandwich at 2am and its only $25USD for everything. So im on a mission to get a new cellphone the next day and turns out you can buy a duelsport in mexico city for $1800 USD. So off I am with my cellphone and say fuck this place and Im going home. So I do and ride at night in mainland mexico like im not suppose to and nothing happends for 3 days. The hotels are $15 USD and Tacos are $1.50. Well I take the short way home to los angeles , CA and nothing happends not one fucking thing other then almost getting run over by trucks, pot holes and trash.
This story had many lessons for me and memories of course. But more so it showed how we think we know the world because we see it on tv. But when your there you see it for what it really is. How many people live. Life takes on a whole new meaning.
So did a short ride to baja california after joining a meet up group in Nov of 2019. This popped my cherrie at least on a motorcycle. I have been to baja since the age of 10 and loved it. Well this time around I would venture on my own for a solo moto camping trip. So low and behold there I am as leave my meet up group. I am scared shitless after I leave the group and think this is fucking stupid how can I do something is wreckless, I could get killed, robbed etc. Keep in mind ive been coming here since the age of 10. I then keep going as keep the sense of adventure
. I stop at some camp grounds that I looked up on google. I am still scared on what I have done since leaving the group about 10 miles ago. Man how brave I am at being alone, dodging all that danger in being in an unknown land.Well I camp and meet a local and well he doesn't talk at first. Then I camp and wake up in the morning and behold this monuments adventure. Its time to head back to head to the US. So I do and then after only after a fews months to head back but this time do all of baja I mean the 1100+ miles or so to get to get cabo san lucas. After spending months before hand looking at blogs and youtube videos on how baja was this, that and the other, I went anyways. Well I rode for 6 days around trip and rode in the dark like the internet said not to. Welllllllllll nothing happend, not one fucking thing went wrong. Theres the spot with no fuel for 150 miles, the police/ army are corrupt, you could robbed, you could get sick blah blah blah shut the fuck up. So after completing my mission of six days of amazing epic, dangerous adventure I did while solo, while dealing with craziness.
I decided that it wasnt enough I had to do something crazier and picked mexico. Well after getting turned back at mexcali for not having my orginal title in hand to the super tenere, I lost a day. Well Mission accomplished and nothing happen on my ride down the coast of mainland mexico. Well not quite, well ok it kicked my ass and I did not end up completing my goal riding to cancun over the course of 1 month. After riding into though some of the lesser own highways of mexico I stopped at my first and only check point to since if I could ride in mainland mexico. After which was a shit hole of trash, traffic, bad drivers and fucked up roads and potholes and I mean potholes were they the locals take trash to fill it with. Well I ride and ride and ride. I see the same shit over and over again until I hit the next major city. Well I hit mexico city after a 14 hour ride which was spent partly in mexico city getting lost and ill explain in a minute. Well after my 10 hours of riding and I hit mexico city and hit toll booth of after tooth and it cost and I shit you not more then $16 USD to get to the heart of mexico. After me getting my ass kicked by heat, roads, traffic and me being stubborn on getting to mexico city my fucking phone pops off the ST after hitting the biggest pot hole in my entire life causing the st to bottom out, me almost getting ejected and the phone getting involuntary air borne. Well fuck me I do turns and turns around the city because all I want to do is sleep and feel safe. Well After being lost for 3 hours I am directed to a hotel which I am thankful for. However this hotel is rented by the hour and I am confused. Well it takes me another hotel to figure out that I am in the red light distinct of mexico city. Which would make sense I saw so many fucking hot as chicks with there johns in the parking lot.
Well I find a place its $250 USD and its in the center of the city and well it feels amazing to park your ST next to a 80k BMW. It also feels nice to order coronas and a hot sandwich at 2am and its only $25USD for everything. So im on a mission to get a new cellphone the next day and turns out you can buy a duelsport in mexico city for $1800 USD. So off I am with my cellphone and say fuck this place and Im going home. So I do and ride at night in mainland mexico like im not suppose to and nothing happends for 3 days. The hotels are $15 USD and Tacos are $1.50. Well I take the short way home to los angeles , CA and nothing happends not one fucking thing other then almost getting run over by trucks, pot holes and trash.
This story had many lessons for me and memories of course. But more so it showed how we think we know the world because we see it on tv. But when your there you see it for what it really is. How many people live. Life takes on a whole new meaning.
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