More of the same, I like that

Another week in the books and another catalog of badassery that's hard to put into words or photos.  I am certain they will find their way into the anecdotes and camp fire stories in the years to come by way of half drunk related tall tales full of the typical embellishments and comical recollections.  I'm not sure if this blog has a point beyond preserving the broad outline of those memories and providing my friends and family with proof that I'm still kicking.  So I sit and try to recall everything the past 7 days brought to being and I can only laugh to myself and smile in a very real way knowing that it's simply impossible to accurately relay it all.  I mean to some degree that's the point right?  I'm here doing this shit instead of reading it on purpose.  This isn't an accident.  F, or maybe I'm just a terrible writer.  I'd say a pretty important step in writing is being able to put pen to paper. Right now I suck at that.  Niiiiice

Soooooo, top notch race in Acambaro last weekend that had all of roots, heart, and soul of the old school Superfly Invitational races we used to host back circa 1998-2006.  We knew we were doing it right back then (maybe, we were also drunk most of the time) and that only gets reaffirmed every time I find another group of dudes elsewhere with the same stoke and genuine party.  Damn Xavi and Marmota put on a great event even if she did piss harder than a two-peckered goat on a tin roof (Brent).  The rain saved itself for about 20 minutes before the race started and then let all holy hell loose on us.  That didn't deter this group of 40 or so dudes from sending it down a course complete with man-jumps, 60 second+ rock gardens, and top speed flat cornering.  I put together a reasonably good run and took home 3rd behind Marmota and Fabian "Cachetes".  My man Cachetes is fast AF and set to do a couple stops on the UCI World Cup DH tour next year so I'd say we had some real talent in the field and this old dog held his own.  

Then yeah you know the day stayed pretty standard with a quick trip to a local drag strip that afternoon, complete with heavy drinking and gambling on random cars well into the night with little to no safety equipment for the drivers, friends, or fans.  Sounds about right.  Did I explain that scene well enough?  Drag racing without seat-belts, drunk with friends (drivers), occasionally a few kids in the car going down the track, no lights on the strip, just head lights at 150+ mph.  Taint a big deal. 



The next morning sore with life we rolled out on a long ride that didn't leave time for a hangover or dragging any sort of ass.  Our group of five didn't flinch at the prospect of cranking out 50+ miles and 6k or so feet of climbing to the highest point in GTO.  Sure it took us 7-8 hours, sure we put down a few beers a piece, sure I had GI emergency and had to relieve myself in a corn field with an old man yelling in my direction, but I'd say that's a pretty badass way to recover from/continue such a great weekend. 


I'm back in San Luis de la Paz now to get my act together for the next couple of weekends of riding and racing.  I do believe I only have 2 more races here in MX before I sell all of the bike gear and cut weight to head south for real.  It looks like the last race will be an urban DH in the city of Puebla, MX October 21st.  Not exactly stoked to be seeing the end of the mtn bike leg of this adventure but daaaaaamn trimming down to just a surfboard and a small amount of gear to hit the road for real is sounding better and better.  Ok F, I'm getting way, way ahead of myself.  There's still a lot of ass to kick in the next few weeks.

It's also worth noting that Rita is running excellent and I'm keeping up on proper maintenance and such.  The first 4 weeks of this trip have gone by at a reasonable pace and I feel myself realizing one of the key ideas I was after to begin with.  Life is slowing down and the days are taking longer.   I enjoy the nights I don't sleep like a log, and the days it takes Rita and I 4 hours to go 100 km.  Life is good, we're headed in the right direction, I'm a happy boy.  Cheers Jah!


Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Let's Try this again

Image
So yeah I took a little break and whether I was actively pursuing anything or not some things happened in there.  In an effort to bring this blog, myself, and anyone else who gives a damn up to speed here we go.  The movement was always going to be gradual as the evolution of this trip will inevitably be a process of weeks, months and years, not hours and days. Fear not though, it adds up.  The hours, days, and weeks that constitute the past 3 or so months are definitely not lost to the oblivion of blurred together memories and experiences.  No they're just adding up to something bigger in a way only time allows.  In fact that's precisely why I believe a few months away from writing were necessary: the bigger picture needs time to unfold, to grow into it's own being.  The list of gangsta ass events and tall tales I've no need to exagerate is certainly long and grows by the day.   Possibly one of the most pointed lessons I've learned from a pure...
Read more

See

Image
A good friend of mine reminded me the other day of the pitfalls of seeking.  It gave me pause for what exactly the proper approach to all of this may be, if there's an approach at all.  Seeking, expecting, accidentally creating, all of these are wrought with the danger of somehow missing what's right in front of you.  Observe.  Positioning isn't as important as the object itself, let's not worry with how we see something.  Let's start with seeing it in the first place.  Observe.  Badass Jim, well timed, let's see where this takes us.  Get it, see.....   Vamos! PS- This is definitely not your mom's Mexico.  Holy Shit.
Read more

Where the heart is....

Image
There's a somewhat obvious but unfortunate aspect of ripping a moto through the Americas that I wish didn't happen but ultimately I've found to be unavoidable.  It opens way more doors than it closes but at the same time takes away a sensation so unique it feels like a damn funeral when you realize you're missing it.  Becoming accustomed to life on the road, building confidence, settling in, whatever you want to call it has the strange kind of regrettable dulling affect you wish our peanut minds weren't capable of.  We're to good at it, we remember and learn the smallest aspects and calculate the nano risk variables and the data base builds.  What seemed to be a big deal on day one is taken in stride on day 200.  The virginity of those first few days and weeks can only live on in memory, text, and photos.  Ultimately the road is long and the experiences do build on each other and before you know it you've built a damn mansion where once only the shadow of ...
Read more