Mexico Alone in 2019

Let me start this by saying that I honestly believe that there is nothing to genuinely be afraid of while riding in Mexico.  I mean, I did randomly, at the spur of the moment decide that I wanted to ride my 2010 Harley Davidson Road Glide along Highway 1 (Pacific Coast Highway) from San Fransisco, California and follow it into Mexico to Cabo San Lucas, Baja California. Alone. I had done absolutely no research, other than opening up google maps and typing the name of my Resort name, Breathless Adult Resort.  

I honestly didn't know what to expect, figured every where had paved roads, right?!  But, here I go. Unloaded any weapons at my aunts house in Pomona, because I did read that a knife could get you up to 5 years in jail in Mexico and definitely didnt need that happening.  

On June 26th, 2019, I made a post on Facebook, saying I'd be heading into Mexico in the morning on the Carr. Transpeninsula 1 and on June 27th, I took off on what at the time, may have been my wildest, yet most freeing adventure yet!

I say freeing, because there was absolutely Nothing holding me back, I wasn't scared, I little nervous, but extremely excited!  I could have jumped off my sit once I crossed into Tijuana and once I got out the city and along the coastline, I was blown away.  Nobody told me just how beautiful Mexico could be.  The ocean views through the hills were magnificent, the cool breeze and the light from the sun, felt amazing.  I failed with putting sunscreen on, as I always do, so the sun had one part of my face a whole couple of shades darker than the part that was covered and I didn't care.  I was really riding in Baja California, Mexico.  

The mountains, the curves, the desert that would randomly break into the ocean or gulf views would have me wanting to pull over every time, so please understand that with my random stops for red bull, caffeine injected Coca-Cola, gas stops, checking the exchange rate of peso's to dollars every time I pulled out money and having to learn to say Banos instead of bathroom I kept absolutely no sense of time.  

I got gas at a gas station in a small town and was using my American way of thinking, and thought there is going to be a gas station at least every 100 miles, so no worries. Not the brightest idea for an unplanned and completed unmapped out trip.  So when I got just about 50 miles out from my last gas stop on my way down and saw a table set up on the side of the road with gas cans, I thought, "There is no way in hell I'm stopping there".  Let's just say, lucky for me before I crossed into Mexico I stopped at the Harley and purchased one of those 2 liter saddle bag gas cans, because, I definitely had to use it and pray about the rest. Continued riding through the mountains, some paved and some unpaved, hit the coast line and after a few glances down at my tank, i had just over 80 miles left to the gas tank.  It did not look like there was a gas station in site either. No worries, no need to panic, a house on the side of the road that looked like a little trucker's stop in the middle of no where had a sign in front of it that said,"Tacos".  And that was all I needed to stop and probably try to figure out my life.  

A few street tacos, freshly cooked.  A classic Coca-Cola and the sun slowly setting, I have only one option, pour that gas can in the tank in hope for the best.  Either way, all I could think in my mind,"No one is going to believe this shit".  Welp, long story condensed, that little bit of gas had me pulling into Guerrero Negro which translates to "Black Warrior", well into the night with only 40 miles left to the tank.  Talk about cutting it close.  Got myself a room at The Halfway Inn for the night and prayed I woke up to my bike still outside.  I checked on it a few times throughout the night, a bit nervous when the guy said to pull my bike up the ramp.  I don't think he realized the size of my bike and he probably assumed I was on a move fitting bike for Mexico, like a KTM of something.  Needless to say, my bike wasn't fitting up that narrow ass ramp.  The Halfway Inn, is located directed on the Baja California and Baja California Sur line, which is the halfway point and about 575 miles to the Breathless Resort in Cabo.

The coastline coming out of Loreto will lead you down toward Nopolo, where a random Gulf course and Resort is sitting surrounded by nothing but desert.  When I saw it, i thought for sure, next stop I need some water because the heat had me seeing a "mirage".  Like who would have thought that you would see nothing but dry desert land and then boom, fresh green grass. I promise Im not making this up!  But it's the view of Isla Carmen from those mountain is absolutely gorgeous. The second half of this trip down, I made sure to stop at practically every gas station I saw, not really trying to embrace all of the unknowns in Mexico and rolled into Cabo San Lucas shortly after 7pm ready to enjoy a mini vacation.

Now, the rest I am going to have to put in my book, but needless to say, on my way back to California, that gas stop I blew past that was simply a table with gas cans sitting on it.  I stopped, paid around 85 peso's and prayed they didn't pour diesel in my tank.  

The road I took alone, with on plans, not mapped out.  The road that just had an end destination in mind, turned out to be the very ride the sold me on the idea of true Freedom.  I thought I had gained that freedom, making multiple trips across the United States and all over the country, but this journey simply laid the path towards a Freedom that I will alway chase while exploring new roads, states, and countries.  The journey has really only begun!

Signed, Your Left Lane Bullie