Geezer Roost!

Many of us cut our teeth on two strokes. I still consider the 81 Maico 490 the best race bike I ever owned. Perhaps because I was younger and soooo much faster then, at least in my mind. Whether it's the cost, complexity, weight or some other obscure reason there seems to be renewed interest in two strokes. This picture appears in the July issue of Dirt Bike magazine. The accompaning article details how to update an old, well used 2006 YZ250 without having to take out a second mortgage. Look closely behind those goggles and you will find our own #33 throwing up an impressive roost.


Photo ID Contest!

Rumor has it that these three scoundrels were seen cruising on their Harleys. They showed up at a Superbike National threatening to give riding lessons.

The first person to correctly identify all three of these misfits wins a Team Alzheimers T Shirt. Submit your entries by posting a comment here.


36th Annual Sierra OT International MX

Sierra Old Timer event is a Home Run!

The Sierra Chapter of the IOTMX series had a great event in Marysville, Calif at the MMX facility the weekend of May 5 & 6.  The weather was the only thing that was not perfect, the wind blew terribly over the two days of racing and gave the track crew a difficult time. However the track promoter Jerrad Fisher and his crew did an outstanding job of laying out a new track for this event and maintaining it through the difficult weather conditions. The track stayed in good shape with occasional touch ups and watering that made for a fun course despite the wind. A big Thank You to the MMX facility and its people, you guys went all out to provide an excellent race course.

The turnout was up from the events held so far this year at other venues with a few extra classes added on Sunday’s program to further bolster the attendance. Everyone had a great time with only a couple of mishaps on the track. The racing was close with only a couple of dominant riders for the weekend while most classes had some intense racing both days.

The 60 Master class was the one to watch if you went to the Tulare race. This time Terry Sage seemed to have things in control with the exception of one Bob Hershey that made Mr. Sage uncomfortable by riding his wheel all day on Saturday.

The 50 Master class seemed to be the class for entertainment if you wanted your money’s worth.  There were several guys on that gate that thought they deserved the winner’s trophy and were willing to bump and bang along the way to get it! The cast of characters included Ed Marchini, Mark Kaestner, Doug Goodman, Mike Harper, Alex Jorgensen and John Volk. Ed Marchini was the fastest, smartest or luckiest depending on whom you talk to! He came away with the win when the dust settled.

Ed had to work for it though because Mark took a couple of motos away to make sure Ed didn’t have the perfect weekend. He (Mark) also stalled and crashed a couple of times just to keep things interesting. I heard his wife, June, was on the side of the track calling him bad names when he had a couple of those mishaps.  Mike Harper was primed to put a whoopin’ on the boyz but his YZ 250 with the big bore kit wasn’t! He made about two turns and pushed the bike back to the pits with a broken motor. His weekend was over.  Doug was in the hunt but didn’t seem to come to terms with the sand track since he is from Arizona, most of his riding is on much harder ground where he is extremely fast. Alex was making his return to racing after a few years away from OTMX racing and had a new RMZ 450. He always rides well but without any racing under his belt tired quicker than normal and had a nagging shoulder problem surface. Did I mention Alex has won National events in years gone by and has been inducted to the Motorcycle Hall of fame? Kind of gives you an idea of the caliber of riders that some of these Geezers have to ride against if they want to win!

Overall the event was superb with a raffle that Works Connection alone would have made worth the trip. The items they supported the OTMX with were nothing short of amazing. Along with Vice’s Collision repair, Halls Furniture, MX1, Titan Container, Roseville Yamaha, Autowest Honda of Roseville, Gold Country Copier along with Jorgy’s Suzuki of Stockton. Thank You to all of the OTMX supporters.

Our 50 Master hero Ed Marchini brought his mobile ghetto that is actually a 40’ top of the line motor home. He allowed the club to hook up a large television screen outside that showed the Las Vegas supercross via his motor home satellite. Anyone that was interested was invited to come watch the supercross live!  Good times!  

A huge Thank You to Carmen and his wife, Renee for all the effort they put out. Carmen was relegated to running things like sign up, raffle and serving the evening meal since he was on the side lines with an injury and unable to compete.

If you missed this one you missed a top notch event. Don’t let the next one pass you by, I won’t!



What Other Sport?

John Volk leads AMA Hall Of Famer Alex Jorgenson into a turn at the recent Sierra IOTMX at the MMX track in Marysville, CA. Where else can you go to compete with the best of the best on equal terms? The International Old Timer Moto Cross Series is unique in that respect. Veteran racers from all over come together to compete, reminisce, swap tall tales and have fun. One thing always stands out at these events "age is just a number". If you have never ridden moto or you have just been away for awhile, it's never too late to start. Find a track near you and get your moto on!


Can a 70 Year Old be a Newbie?

Sierra Old Timers 36th Annual International Motocross

If you remember about a month ago I rode my first MX in thirty plus years at the So Cal Old Timers chapter round in Hesperia CA where in the second moto I knocked my friend down and thought I had just lost my invite to his house for a BBQ that night. Then I weenie’d out on Sunday’s race because it was really cold and windy. Well the weather was a bit better at the Marysville CA round. Friday’s practice weather was good, but Saturday’s race was cool and windy. The afternoon wind really picked up but Sunday’s weather was less windy and warmer.

After attending two rounds of Old Timer MX put on by two different clubs the one thing I’m most impressed by is their efforts to have a fun safe track and how efficiently they run the motos, as I said before they don’t mess around, they line’em up and go. The Marysville course held at the MMX track where they used the 8/10 mile sand track and actually crossed over a paved road twice where they added about 3/10’s of a mile of a slower more technical mixture of sand and loam. All in all I liked it.

Everybody hopes to have their own fifteen minutes of fame at some point in their life, well I had mine this past weekend. By Old Timer rules I was required to sign up within a certain rider classification then depending on how you scored they would either move you up or down in classification.

Well as it turned out I was in the wrong classification I think the closest anyone was to me was about thirty seconds in the first moto. On Sunday a friend of mine timed me and I was fifty seconds ahead after three laps in the first moto. Needless to say I’ve been moved up to the next classification. You know what though it felt good to be out front stylin. A legend in my own mind, basking in my own glory. Everybody should get to experience that at least once…. right?  My wife and friends thought it was great, Eric #33 thought I was a sand bagger.

As it turns out there was some pit falls to being so far out front. I had no one to dice with. During my last moto on Sunday it dawned on me that I had not used this time to continue practicing on some of the areas of the course where I was struggling. I just safely rode around those spots not trying to get better. On the flip side of that another friend of mine rode his first Old Timer event and even though he ended up first in each moto he had to work for it and his lap times improved throughout the weekend. I’d say we were very close in lap times when we were practicing Friday but I’ll bet he was three or four seconds a lap faster than me by Sunday afternoon.

The question now is do I want to retire a legend in my own mind or go to the event in Fernley, NV in the fall and take my chances on getting spanked in the new class. Well….I do have a few months to think about it.

Doug 21J

PS I rode my new 2012 Yamaha WR450F this past weekend and no I didn’t race with the lights on I unplugged them. I’m going to do a little write up on my impressions of the new fuel injected bike soon.


FLY Riders Sweep Mammoth GNCC!

GNCC Racing headed to a new venue this past weekend for the inaugural Mammoth GNCC in Park City, Kentucky. With a brand-new technical course and a level playing field—particularly in the XC1 Pro class—New Zealander and FLY Racing team rider Rory Mead rose to the occasion. Known for his technical riding skills, Mead quickly put himself up front to control the majority of the three hour race and take his first ever XC1 victory! Chris Bach had a great debut ride on his new Obermeyer Yamaha back YZ450F with a solid 6th place finish.

In XC2 action, Steward Baylor kept his perfect season intact with another win, making it 5 for 5 wins. Keeping Baylor honest all day and taking his second podium in a row was F.A.R. Husqvarna team rider Andrew Delong. Also impressive in his first outing for the F.A.R. Husqvarna team was Nick Davis who came home in fourth. Rounding out the top five was Jedediah Haines in fifth to make it four out of five riders in the top five in XC2 competition.

Other notable FLY Racing GNCC finishes included top overall amateur and 250A winner Grant Baylor in 18th place overall, Open A winner Adam Bonneur, 4 Stroke A Lites winner Derrick Allen, and 2nd place Women’s class finisher Leeann Bange.


Mr. Enduro meets Old Timer Moto....and Survives!

Los Angeles OT/MX International

#33 has been encouraging me for the last year or so to ride an Old Timer Moto Cross event and apparently this is the year I have decided to try doing other things outside the Dist 36 Enduro and Cross Country events I’ve been doing for many years now. Last month I rode in the Score San Felipe 250 so why not a Moto Cross.

Last weekend (March 31st) the So Cal chapter of the International Old Timers Moto Cross Association held an event at the Hillside track in Hesperia, California. There were people who traveled from out of State and a few from other countries to attend this event. The format was an open practice on Friday, a short practice by class on Saturday morning, a riders meeting then shortly after that the first race. They didn’t mess around; each race went one after another. There’s class for just about everyone and they don’t put you on the course with any of the young guns who might just fly over your head or land on you over a jump. Saturday’s format was three motos for most classes and two for the rest of us. Most of the motos were fifteen minutes long with a few being twenty two minutes long for the faster classes. Then the open support classes which consisted of “younger” riders, my guess is most were friends or family of the Old Timers. Sunday’s format was the same except two motos only for everyone.

I arrived Friday afternoon too late for practice but I did have the opportunity to walk the track. The temperature was in the low eighties with a slight breeze. The course was as the name suggests a hillside course. The elevation changes weren’t hair ball but made it interesting. All the jumps and step ups felt safe. The start was a long uphill with a left hand bend to a drop off left hand corner then a right turn and part way back down the hill to a tight right hand sweeper then over a couple of short jumps then uphill to the first big jump.

By the time I had walked the track and signed up the breeze had turned into wind and the temperature was dropping. Before I left for the motel I took refuge in Eric and Cheryl’s comfy trailer where Eric filled me on what to expect over the next couple of days. Eric and Cheryl have a very, very nice weekend warrior, but they were parked between two huge motor homes towing bike trailers that were almost as long as their trailer, they definitely looked dwarfed and out of place between them.

I was at the track by 7:00 AM Saturday the wind was still blowing and it was very cold. I got to ride the track for the first time and I liked it.

My race was the first one and there were enough of us to fill the start gate. This was my first time starting behind a gate and my first motocross in over thirty years. They were still doing rubber band starts the last time I lined up for motocross. I have a Rekluse on my KTM 350SXF so my plan was to start in low gear apply a little brake and throttle and when the gate dropped stay strait and pin it. It worked pretty well the first moto I think I was about fourth or fifth to the top of the hill and within the first lap or so worked myself into second then to first but had a small tip over that allowed the second rider to pass me back. I caught back up to him but ran out of time and energy to pass him back. Seems to me we made seven or eight laps, it’s amazing just how much energy you use in that time, especially when you’re not use to doing it.

My second gate start went even better than my first; I grabbed the holeshot and began to stretch out a small lead. However, after a couple of laps they blacked flagged us, apparently a rider had fallen and they weren’t sure he was going to be able to get off the track. I was to say the least a little disappointed. We all lined up and again I got a good start but this time my friend Bob who owned the bike and managed the San Felipe 250 race team I rode on was right alongside me. This time he beat me to the first corner. I followed him for most of the first lap then passed him down a long strait that led to a right hand turn and over a table top. I had gone inside him and needed to take a slightly different angle to make sure I hit the table top straight otherwise I could possibly land on the side of the jump. I’m still not quite sure what happened but I had slowed the bike a lot to make sure I hit the jump square but I slid a little left. I corrected to the right and thought OH SHIT… just as Bob plowed into my right rear. It straightened me right up but sent Bob over the bars and down the side of the jump. I stopped, looked back and saw Bob tumbling down the hill. My first thought was I hope Bob’s alright. My second thought was I hope I’ll still be invited to his house for a BBQ tonight. I and the third place rider who was now stopped maybe twenty yards in front of me as we both looked to see if Bob was alright, he waited for me to start riding again and let me pass him before we started racing again. That gesture sums up what this Old Timer racing is all about. I was able to go on and win that moto by a huge margin. Later I had a chance to talk with the rider who had won my first race and was the one who waited with me in the second race. He had traveled all the way from BC in Canada, and he told me he felt it was only right to let me go in front of him and then see if he could catch me.

I took a huge amount of razzing from a couple of the riders on the San Felipe race teams for taking out Bob. Bob turns out was ok, landing on the soft side of the jump helped. He actually got up and finished the moto. Best of all I was still invited to his house for the BBQ. I met one of his daughters later who admitted she had called me an asshole when I took her father out. I told her I called myself the same thing.

By the time #33 did his third moto of the day the wind was blowing so hard it was becoming very dangerous on the jumps and Eric admitted that the moto sucked. I found out later after I had left to get cleaned up for the BBQ I had a winning raffle ticket but wasn’t present to claim it, dammit. I understand they had some good stuff to.

Sunday morning was even more windy and colder, it was barely forty and the wind was probably a steady twenty five with gusts of thirty to forty. The wind had taken its toll on me Saturday and I had spent a miserable night so I went to the track Sunday morning to say goodbye to my friends, especially all the new friends I’d met. Friendships and a sharing the same passions are what it’s all about.

Eric told me the weather actually got a little better as the day went on.

I understand the rider who traveled from Canada and waited for me to pass him back won my class overall, as far as I’m concerned he more than deserved it. My plan is to attend the Sierra Old Timers event to be held in Marysville in May. Hopefully the guy from BC will attend and we can once again chase each other around the track.

Doug 21J

For Information about the upcoming May 5th Sierra OTMX visit their website at:


Steve McQueen's Big Dollar Ad!


2 Strokes Live!!!

April 1st at Glen it wasn't an April Fools joke. It was the World 2 Stroke Championship. All 2 strokes everywhere you looked and the sound oh so sweet. Most vet riders grew up on 2 strokes and many are returning. Look and listen to what MX used to be. 


21J's, Big Adventure

My first Baja adventure

Eric aka #33 invited me to tag along with him and his friend Don and ride from San Felipe to Mulege and back which is somewhere around 1100 miles total.

Both of these towns are on the Sea of Cortez in Baja Mexico.  We had eight days to accomplish this, as I had to be back for my wife’s retirement party. She’s now home every day, it’s been a time of adjustment for me, since I’ve had my own little kingdom going for quite a few years now, if you know what I mean.

I met Eric and Don on a Tuesday at noon in San Felipe at Charlie’s house where we off loaded our trusty steeds, Eric’s was a Baja veteran a ninety something Honda 650L that’s totally set up for that kind of riding. Don’s was a 09 Yamaha WR 450 that has had multiple Baja trips as well. Mine was a recently purchased 07 Suzuki DRZ 400E that is totally tricked out and CA street legal. Both the bike and rider were new to Baja. We left for Gonzaga Bay as soon as we could. We had about 110 miles to travel before dark. Only the last 15 or 20 were on dirt, pretty boring other than watching the change in scenery which made it worthwhile.

There’s an old Baja saying that say’s you never pass up an opportunity to get gas. When we arrived in Gonzaga Bay the PeeMex station was out of gas (Rumor had it that several trucks were stuck there a few days waiting for gas) so we went across the road to a little market and were able to talk them into selling us gas by the liter in plastic jugs. The place we stayed was right on the beach the front door was about 15 feet from the sand.

The next day our destination was Bay of LA some 120 miles away. The ride was all dirt with the exception of the last 40 miles of pavement. We stopped at the fabled place called Coco’s Corner. Anyone who has been to the area or followed the Baja races has heard of Coco’s. Coco wasn’t there. After leaving Coco’s we went through a canyon called Calamajue all the dirt we had been riding on since we left Gonzaga Bay was part of previous Baja 1000 courses.

Calamajue Canyon was very interesting, lots of water crossings, bushes and some deep sand. It was in this canyon and on the dirt road that I first took a couple of soil samples. Nothing major a bent clutch lever and a broken brake lever and a tweaked wrist. The dirt road crash was kind of funny though, Eric came riding up and saw my bike laying on its side, but couldn’t see me because I was laying on my back in a three foot ditch about fifteen feet from my bike.

We arrived at Bay of LA in the late afternoon. We parked our bikes in a nice court yard at the motel and sat down for a little relaxin! Chips, salsa and cold beer sure hit the spot. I haven’t mentioned it yet but the food has been very good so far.  Bay of LA is sort of an over grown fishing village. There were quite a few RV’s in this area. The next morning breakfast consisted of scrambled eggs with bacon mixed in and hot cakes? That combination became our every day breakfast and seemed to stay with Don and I all day since we only ate twice a day.

Friday our destination was San Ignacio close to 180 miles. On the way we stopped to visit Poncho who lives alone and has done so for over twenty six years in a little Bay called San Rafael at one time a rather large fishing camp. Eric met Poncho and his dog last year on this same trip and wanted to check on them again this year. Poncho remembered Eric and invited us to have coffee with him. The dog was gone but he had two cats one named Macho. Eric told him we’d stop by on our way back; Poncho asked if Eric would bring him some cigarettes. (We did, although Poncho did complain about the brand, seems he’s not a Marlboro

Man) He has no car and has at times not left his little spot for years at a time.  After we left Poncho we headed for El Arco a mostly deserted former military and mining area, where we were able to purchase gas by the plastic jug. Just outside of El Arco we crossed over into Southern Baja and into Mountain Time marked by a stone marker. We eventually ended up on highway 1 and to another gas stop at Vizcaino from there to San Ignacio where we stayed the night at a place called Rice and Beans. Before dinner Eric and I rode down to the town square had a coke and walked around looking into the little shops. Across from the square is a church, construction started in 1716 and was completed in 1786. A choir was singing and mass was just about to start as Eric and I made our way through. At one time this was basically a fort where the indigenous people lived. San Ignacio is a city of palm trees the whole area surrounding the town is full of palm trees.

The next morning as we headed out of town toward the Pacific Ocean we stopped to watch some ladies making tortillas, they had a very efficient little production line going. Mulege was our final destination for the day. I forgot to mention but yesterday on the highway to San Ignacio my bike quit running a hint of things to come.

In this instance it turned out to be a fuel issue, for some reason it wouldn’t pick up fuel in the on position it had to be on reserve. When I started the bike in the morning the battery barley cranked it over. The first forty miles out of San Ignacio was pavement which made no sense at all but there it was. We stopped in a little fishing camp along the coast and again bought gas by the jug. Some of the roads we rode on at the coast were usable subject to the tides. In some areas the road could be a hundred yards wide. We finally turned inland toward the mountains looking for the pass that would take us back over to the Sea of Cortez and Mulege.

By the time we found the pass it was getting late in the day and we had two concerns daylight and gas. Don didn’t know of any place to find gas in the canyon. The reason we were late was my bike’s problems had started in earnest along the beach. At one point it quit running and wouldn’t even kick start. Something drained it to the point the bike wouldn’t run period, I disconnected the battery and was able to kick start it. Several more times the bike quit and bump starting it wouldn’t work. We drained the float bowl and discovered some sand in it. I think at high speeds the main would suck up sand and simply starve the bike out. I must admit on one occasion when Eric was helping me bump start the bike I forgot to turn the key on. Needless to say #33 wasn’t too happy with me and said so. You know having bike problems out in the middle nowhere in the USA is one thing, but having problems in the middle of nowhere in Mexico is another thing.

While in the canyon we stopped at a house just off the road, it was neat, clean and had some cabins for rent out back. We had a couple of cokes that came out of a refrigerator that had to have been made in the thirties. The coke was so cold it iced up, how sweet was that. The guy had three dogs, a Poodle, German Sheppard and a Pit Bull named Chester that had obviously been used for fighting as he didn’t have any ears left; he was as sweet as he could be though. While sitting there the guy whose place we were at asked if we wanted to make a phone call or use the internet. I mean here we are out in the middle of nowhere in this canyon with no obvious signs of electricity, or solar panels anywhere.

We made it out of the pass/canyon as the sun was setting, that was our longest day eight plus hours and almost 200 miles. As we were riding to a PeeMex in Mulege Eric pointed to the motel we were going to stay at and at that moment my bike coughed and ran out of gas. Fortunately I was able to coast to the station, but when kick starting it didn’t work we resorted to bump starting it again after two failed attempts I on the third realized I once again hadn’t turned the key on. I didn’t think Eric saw me turn the key on, but no such luck; he wasn’t happy and again called me names.

The next morning with all the bike problems I’d been having we decided to ride up the coast on the highway to San Ignacio instead of back tracking through the canyon again. Too bad I really wanted to go back that way. We stopped at an auto parts store in the coastal town of Santa Rosalia to see if we could find a battery for the bike. We were able to find one that just about fit, it took a little shoe horning and some new cabling to make it work, but with help of some young guys at the store we made it work. A couple of these guys raced and when #33 showed them on their store computer what hero’s we were on they couldn’t help us enough. Eric told them he would put their pictures on the web site which I’m sure he will.

With a new battery and once again electric start we were off, unfortunately we couldn’t go back through the canyon and continued on to San Ignacio on the pavement. That evening after dinner Eric and I rode down to the square to see if there was anything happening on a Saturday night. There was, a lot of young people were gathered most of the young senioritis were participating in a jazzercise class. Eric and I just sat back enjoyed it. It’s interesting to note that I saw very little smoking while in the small towns and villages and all the young and old were very nice. The bracket that fits on the back fender where I tied most of my clothes broke and wouldn’t tighten up any more, so Eric and I found an auto parts store to see if we could buy bolts etc. to do a temp fix. The store was closed but an young man drove up and told us the store was going out of business but he was willing to get the keys and let us in to see if we could find something that would work.  So after about forty five minutes Eric I and two young guys we were able to come up with some parts we thought might work. When I asked them how much we owed the young man says, nothing. What’s the chance of that happening here in the good old USA?

The next morning we headed for Bay of LA again, but by the time we reached Vizcaino again for gas the new battery was drained and I was back to kick starting again. Oh I forgot to mention after Eric and I came back from the evening’s entertainment in the Square we decided to walk over to the store. As we were walking it was very dark and I told Eric where was OSCA when I needed them I needed light. Eric says this is the Mexican’s way of natural selection; well it wasn’t thirty seconds later and I fell off the side of the road and ended up flopping in the middle of highway 1 with the sound of a bowling ball thudding on the pavement. That was very funny to Eric and might have been funny to me had not been hurting so much. And as long as I’m confessing I might as well admit that somewhere on that walk I lost the keys to my bike. Yes we looked the next morning but no luck. So after we wired around my latest faux pas we were off.

We made it to back to Bay of LA without further problems. Pulled into that same motel and once again enjoyed chips salsa and beer. This time the motel was full, two couples from Idaho and a bunch of riders who had come down to build some single track trails. One of the guys was a legendary trail builder who has come down to this area for decades, building trails for all to enjoy. The guy running chase for the riders was someone who’s been on the same race team as Eric. Eric was invited to use his bike and ride single track trail with them the next day from Bay of LA (On the Sea of Cortez) to the Pacific Ocean, he couldn’t turn that down. I’ll let Eric tell you about that adventure.

We also met a guy who was originally from Australia but has lived in British Columbia for thirty years. He was retracing part of a trip he made in the late nineties. On that trip he left BC and drove a Toyota Land Cruiser to the tip of South America and back up. He went down the West side then back up the East side, a two year trip. He had some very interesting stories to tell.

With Eric off on his trail ride Don and I took off for Gonzaga Bay retracing our path down. We stopped at Coco’s Corner and this time Coco was there. It was interesting to observe on this trip people who had some sort of handicap still out there trying to eke out some kind of exsistance. I have a lot of respect for them. Coco was a good example of that at one time he was no doubt a big man, but diabetes has cost him his legs. But there he was out in the middle of nowhere shuffling around on the ground with make shift boots on the end of his stumps, not asking for any special treatment.

When Don and I rolled into Gonzaga Bay it was full of people and the PeeMex had gas again. We had been making good time and thought there was a good chance the motel was full so we headed out for San Felipe.  After leaving Bay of LA and some two hundred and twenty three miles we were back at Charlie’s house. We spent the night and in the morning when Don rolled our bikes out of the garage he accidently hit the starter button on my bike and guess what, it worked. I never tried it after we left Bay of LA just kick started it. I didn’t have the head light on so it obviously was putting out enough to recharge the battery. (The bike is now in the shop to check out the charging system)

Around 10:00 AM I headed out back to Northern California and Don waited for Eric who made that same two hundred twenty three ride and showed up around 12:30 PM. When I got to the border I picked the wrong line, you know the slow one. I’d say at least a hundred cars each in each lane went through before I got to the front. Then of course the border agent decided I needed to be further inspected, so I had to pull into another line. When they do a further inspection you have to open all the doors, hood etc. then park yourself in a fenced off chain link area until they call you. When given the all clear you have to close everything and rearrange anything they have gotten into.

On the trip home I had time to reflect on my first Baja adventure. Even though it’s all desert it’s amazing how much it changes, the geology and plant life certainly vary from area to area. The food was very good and actually everywhere we stayed felt clean. Much cleaner than a lot of places I’ve stayed in the good ole USA. I enjoyed the people very much, their needs are so much less than ours and for the most part seemed genuinely happy even with so much less. In the small towns and villages I didn’t see a lot of obesity, a lot of the older people seemed to smoke but I didn’t see a lot of younger people smoking. But what I did see a lot of was satellite dishes, makes me wonder if the government somehow subsidized it.

And of course the company made it all the more worthwhile, even though I was the entertainment for the week.

Doug 21J


PS As I was driving up my drive way at the end of my long trip I got a phone call from Eric who had received a call from one of the riders on the sixty team (Riders 60 years and older riding bikes) wanting to know if I would be interested in riding on their team for the first race of the season. There are three Score Baja races. The first is the San Felipe 250 in March, the Baja 500 and then the Baja 1000. I’m going to do it, so stay tuned for that adventure.