…and another from Joaquin!

Good buddy Joaquin!

Wow, this is kind of funny.

We had floated the idea a few weeks ago of hosting guest blogs from others here on the CSC blog, and I did my best to push the idea with the folks we ride with and others.

Yesterday morning I woke up, wide awake, thinking about a rifle I was considering buying.   It was one of those mornings where I knew I would not fall asleep again, so I got up, made a pot of strong coffee, and started catching up on things.   One of those things was sending an email to Steve explaining that I didn’t think this guest blog thing would work out because I just wasn’t getting any traction with the idea.

No sooner had I sent that email to Steve yesterday when the guest blog from my good buddy Andrew Pain arrived (see below).   “Never mind,” said my next email to Steve.

So, this morning, what do you know, I have the great pleasure of sharing another with you.  This is from my good buddy Joaquin, who rode with us in Baja earlier this month.  Joaquin was invaluable on this trip.  He’s fluent in Spanish, he’s a great guy, he was fun to be with, and his family hosted a magnificent Mexican dinner for us along the Ruta del Vino between Ensenada and Tecate (you can see my blog about that here).

Here’s what Joaquin sent to us…

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Finally, the ride I was not able to do last year, due to my Mom passing.

This year I was ready for it. New friends, new outlook towards life and a celebration to an anniversary of my Mom wanting me to do this ride.

The mission in Loreto.

I had to give my best and I should enjoy it together with my new friends, the presence of my Mom and the best medicine for the daily stress: the RX3 aka “Shaman”.

The night before the ride I was sick, exhausted, we changed the rear tire, the chain, the battery and still was able to attend a family reunion. Excitement was rushing through me via a hurting head. I only slept 2 hours.

On the road in Baja!

Next day I was so nervous that we would ride all day until getting to the middle of a peninsula longer than Italy.

The ride is taking place; it’s a rushing feeling of sharing the true adventure with 8 other guys that barely knew each other, but we were already bonded by the spirit of adventure and the love for our motorcycles.

The Hotel Frances in Santa Rosalia.

Amnesia towards pain and worries was clear and evident; I was just enjoying the moment, living the now.

As the vista opens up towards the Sierra de la Asamblea, were the Cardon forest shows its majesty and after traveling for about 8 hours, I came to an awakening; a realistic notation of my physical condition; I could not believe what I felt: I was resting, instead of getting tired. The saddle of my Medicine Man (RX3), the smooth ride, the magnificent vistas, the camaraderie and the infinite guard of my Mom, made what was the rest of this great trip, organized by Joe Berk from CSC Motorcycles in Azusa, California.

It was definitely a spiritual ride.

Joaquin

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Joaquin, the writing and the artwork you sent to us are magnificent!  Please tell us the story behind the water color paintings; I know it’s going to be good.   Thanks very much for sending this to us.  I really enjoyed reading it and I know our readers will, too.