Hermosillo, Mexico to Basaseachic
Motorcycling Adventure #5
6 days, Mar 2012
Ray & Jenny Jardine
We rolled down the driveway at 7:50 am. Two miles out, I tried to pass a truck and realized that my bike had no go-power. It was running fine, but I only had half the throttle pull. For about half a second I almost decided that I could put up with it, and then reason took over: Yes, this is a problem. You need to stop and fix it.While pulling into a parking lot my mind was going a mile a minute, trying to figure out what was wrong. I had read stories about this exact thing happening to other riders. There is a half-setting on the bitter end of the throttle cable that can accidentally get set. But I had not been in to the bitter end of that cable recently. Then it dawned on me: The handlebar end of the cable. I knew exactly what the problem was. I had put the throttle handle gear on the wrong tooth, inside the handlebar grip. The tool I needed was in my tank bag, so I grabbed that, disassembled the handlebar grip, and set the gear on the right tooth. Voila. The problem was fixed. Jenny writes: I wasn't sure how long this repair work would take, and there wasn't much I could do to help, so I decided to take some photos of Ray at work. I snapped a couple quick ones, then was setting up for more photos when Ray announced, "Ok, it's fixed." That was the fastest repair job I've ever seen. He knows that bike inside and out; I barely had time to take photos. We rode the slab through Tucson then Highway 19 south to Nogales, stopping a few times rests and water. Both bikes are running very good, and we are having fun riding them, even on the highway.
We were familiar with this border crossing into Mexico and the highway south to Hermosillo. It was basically a repeat of Day 2 on our Moto Mexico trip from last month. We already had our tourist cards and temporary vehicle import documents, so this time we breezed through the border zone. The only stop was to change money. Ray writes: It felt good to be back in Mexico, as always. I love it down here, with the friendly people, interesting scenery, and different culture. It seems to me that it is safer riding a motorcycle in Mexico than in the States. That may not be necessarily true, but it seems like people are more used to seeing motorcycles on the rode down here, so there seems to be more awareness and tolerance. Awareness and tolerance seems to be about double that in the States; not that it is safe in any country.
Sixty-eight kilometers south of Nogales we stopped in the town of Imuris at a roadside taco stand for lunch. We ordered two carne tacos each. They were small but delicious, and we ended up ordering two more each. Back on the road, on the south edge of Imuris, there is a shop that makes decorative copper pots that are just beautiful. Right next door to that shop is a stone mason shop where they make fountains and other yard decor carved out of stone. Both are very interesting. The main toll road skirts the town of Magdalena de Kino, so again we did not see that town. We spent the afternoon riding south through a non-descript high desert, some chaparral and cactus, with interesting bluffs in the distance. They are still working on the road, dividing the traffic flow, and widening it to two lanes south and two lanes north with a good shoulder. As we neared Hermosillo, we saw something that neither of us had seen before. An ambulance sped past us with about 30 lights flashing. Then, in another kilometer or two we reached the next toll station. We couldn't believe our eyes when the ambulance driver had to stop and pay the road toll. It was a strange thing to see, and funny in an odd way. On our previous Mexico trip I was using a Garmin Zumo GPS and I found that it was almost useless south of the border. It didn't know the roads, let alone the cities. So this time I bought the Garmin Mexico maps, for 50 bucks. They have a great amount of detail, but ironically, again, the GPS was almost worthless. For 150 miles the GPS wanted us to turn around, make a U-turn. Then, 4 miles from Hermosillo, it straightened itself out and led us correctly through town. We reached the Hotel San Martin at 4:30 pm. It felt good to turn on the air conditioner in the room because we had been hot all afternoon. We stayed at this same hotel a month ago, and it is clean and nice, with a decent restaurant on the premises. xx miles in 8.5 hours
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