Hello from Puerto Peñasco, Sonora!
I or we will try to keep a little bit of an ongoing ride report as we get through this adventure.
@noahnomad started the excitement before we even departed because his vehicle routed him to a nonexistent charging station in Mew Mexico. After a USAA tow to Las Vegas, NM for a charge and an overnighter in his truck, he made it to Scottsdale just in time. We started the trip Sunday morning and made it all of 13 miles before @BrotherPicnic noticed that Noah’s front tire was flat. We then sat in a parking lot of a gas station while Jake diagnosed the issue, and Jake ran to AutoZone to buy a can of Slime. Tusk tires are really hard to install is the lesson. Also, the Slime is holding.
Maybe two hours later and now into the heat of the day we set off from Gilbert, AZ. Jake, who was unfortunately tied to work and couldn’t make the whole trip with us, rode with us to Why, Arizona, and where he went northward home we turned south to Organ Pipes National Monument, and the border of Mexico. We are now three in Mexico, with hopes that Jake can join us later in the week.
Noah’s bike read 105° while we were waiting at the border, although the border crossing was incredibly smooth and only took us about two minutes to actually get through when it was our turn. The sum total of cars that were there when we were there was five.
I had some immigration and motorcycle permit questions for the border guards, and interestingly, they were both using ChatGPT as a real time translator so that part was easy. I attempted to get our FMM and TIP permits from them or an immigration office, but they told us the closest place was about a half hour in the wrong direction. We decided to skip it and push forward to Puerto Peñasco. We still are now trying to figure out how to get those permits, and may end up needing to ride back north to do so. Let’s hope not. It could prove to be a stupid mistake on our part…
Today’s morning ride took us along the northern part of the Sea of Cortez, and while it was mostly pavement, we did get into a fair bit of sand and flowy tracks, which was super fun. Noah decided to turn up the volume a bit (“I think I can ride that!”) and had a 20 minute wrestling match with his 890R. Searching for more compacted sand, I headed toward the ocean, only to find my bike sunken up to the chain in dark wet mud. Luckily, I was only about 30 feet in when this happened, and I was able to get off and do a little bit of first gear clutch work to get back to the soft sand. We just finished up an amazing meal of burritos, flautas, and a bunch of other delicious local food. It’s hot again today but less so, and we will wait for the sun to get a little bit lower before we head out on an afternoon ride.
Please enjoy the video and photos below… I think @ChrisMunro is still digging sand out of his eyelids and ears.




































