3/23/06 - 3/27/06   1200 miles of Baja, just for the fun of it.  Just a few comments.  I'll let the pictures speak for themselves.

The day before the trip I decided to give the KLR650 a fresh set of Dunlop 606.

Morning of the ride, the beast has new shoes and is loaded with the Wolfman Alpha bag and tank bag, filled to capacity.

This was going to be the break-in ride, at this point she has very few miles.  The trip odometer is re-set to nill.

From left to right; Steve, Todd and Louis.  We pick up Steve and Dave at Steve's place near Sandy Eggo.

Torrey on his brand spanking new GS.

Todd and Louis getting the GPS route input.  Notice the kite board on Todd's 1150?  He's nuts, actually Marbleless.

Steve, decked out for the ride.  Uhhh, shouldn't you bring some warm clothes???

Dave, who drove all the way from Utah for this ride, gets the honorable mention for longest drive to ride.  And he did the trip in style on a ULY!

Dave's Uly.  The rims look pretty good in this picture.  Too bad I don't have an after shot.  That's gonna be expensive.

Steve's ride.  He's fast, very fast.

Saddled up and headed out, for lunch that is.

Todd's breakdown.  I'll let him describe this incident.

Gear in the Coyote Cal's Hostel.  There wasn't much room for gear and 6 guys.

Uh yeah, I think I'll sleep somewhere else.  Who snores?  Louis does, so does Dave.  Thank god for ear plugs.

Look, a bar.

When I saw the tequila prices, I was glad I brought my own.

Next morning, ready to go.

and leave this place far behind.

Ready, get set.....

Wait.  Dave always seemed to be ready and waiting.  He also has a weird habit of popping a wheelie whenever he leaves.  That's strange.

Airing up for the ride to San Quintin along route 1.

Yeah, it got hot too.

Your average 'A' rated hut restaurant.

On the fly route planning.

Obligatory food pic.

See?  Dave's ready to go again.  Everyone else is still eating.

Little bastard got a buck from each of us to watch the bikes then proceeded to Not watch the bikes.  Sneaky bastard.

What's that brown shit?

Fire.  Fire!  Fire!!

50 miles of the most beautiful roads and not a single car.  Todd blazing past.

Dave.

Louis.

Steve.

This is why dual sport bikes rule.  Pavement ends here.  Fun begins here.

Airing down.

Post crash.  View from 8200 ft.

Snow angles are for kids.

A few hours later and we're at the beach.

Oh look, a ship.

Mini Baja riders meet Baja Lite riders at the Old Mill.

Cocos.

This place is made of panties and beer cans.

The pilot of the R44 was just stopping by for a few beers,  Really!

You see a lot of this down there; nothing.

How many more miles of dirt?  WTF!  Did you notice the sun was setting.  What were you thinking?

Shortly after this pic was taken, the bike decided to take a nap.

San Felipe.  Last leg back to the USofA.  A major slab ride.

Garbage picker.

What's fun is pushing your bike through the border crossing at Mexicali.  Try it sometime.  It was hot and traffic was stopped.  Aircooled bikes don't like it.