We just got new Kenda K761 130/80-17 rear tires for our KLRs ... the only in-stock rubber we could find on the Yucatán Peninsula from our online searching. Things down here; services, products, specialists, are more-so word-of-mouth than word-of-web. But the Kenda’s had good reviews for our dual-sport tope-hopping journey, so we went ahead and headed toward the MotoMundo shop we found them through in Mérida. We “thought” we were doing the right thing by replacing our rubber before our...
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I have begun typing away and documenting my Mayan ruin-to-ruin run as I horseshoe around the Yucatan Peninsula plotting sweet dual-sport trails and moto-friendly posadas … although my scribbles aren’t yet up to the grand level of the B-Blogable dribble thus posted. Hence this up-to-speed note is to keep Momma’s heart at a comfy 80 BPM:


San Cristobal bathroom poster reminds me why bathrooms just aren’t as fresh south of the border.



The red star tells us that we are in Zapatista land (an...
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The answer to what actually was “flaming” on my way to San Cristobal de las Casas, a pueblo in the highlands of Chiapas, the southern-most Mexican state bordering Guatemala, is two-fold. My first attempt at climbing to 6360-ft summit came to a sudden backfiring halt when some mysterious moto-monster cut Cart-her’s fuel supply. Now this is after 250-kms of smooth riding, starting in Santo Domingo Tehuantepec, a city just inland from the Pacific coast.


A market in Tehuantepec that we accid...
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Before enduring the almost comical Mexican police officer pay-off, the notorious authoritative scandal and current battles of power between the cartels and deceitful diplomats were stories. Mind you, not only from the news, but first-hand, from the mouths of the locals. Por ejemplo, when in Guadalajara, a fellow Hostel de Maria dweller from Juarez, the gun-fire afflicted Tex-Mex boarder town, saw three innocents killed...
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I was on a mission to reclaim the life of free-camping I had while motoring the Trans-American Trail and since beach camping in Mexico is legal, I decided to skip the RV pay site and find a stunning spot on the beach in San Carlos, Sonora – a stunning but touristy town full of yachts and vacant vacation mansions. And fortunately for the all-night-long police beach patrol, the teenie-boppers blaring the Ranchera music for their Friday night playa party was cut short and I caught a few Z’s ...
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My initial plan of rolling the Trans-American Trail solo, meeting my South American friend, Malcolm, who I met while teaching English in Colombia, in Atlanta, and continuing to moto through the south before slipping into Mexico through Texas was drastically changed after Malcolm’s 2007 Craigslisted KLR showed its true “lemon” color. Aside from one perfect day in November, coincidentally my birthday that was spent scuba diving in Key Largo, we spent the majority of mid-October to mid-Dec...
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