Thursday, April 16, 2015

Arizona Backcountry Discovery Route (AZBDR): April 17-24, 2015

I'm packed up and ready to roll. A friend and I plan to tackle the Arizona Backcountry Discovery Route (AZBDR) starting tomorrow. Here's the link:

Here's my tentative ride plan:

Friday, April 17: Ride from San Diego to The Mexican border in AZ (Bisbee, Sierra Vista or Hereford, Arizona).
April 18-23: Ride the 750 miles of backcountry AZ roads to the Utah border (camping along the way).
Friday, April 24: Meet other KLR riders in Prescott for the 3rd Annual Spring AZ KLR Ride.
April 25-26: Fun riding with my KLRistas!
Monday, April 27: Return to San Diego

Photos, videos and a Ride Report to follow!

More info:

The AZBDR is the fourth route developed by the Backcountry Discovery Routes organization for dual-sport and adventure motorcycle travel. This scenic 750-mile south-to-north route crosses the state of Arizona beginning at the Mexico border and finishing at the Utah border. The route has been created specifically for dual-sport and adventure motorcyclists who are interested in exploring Arizona’s remote backcountry. It utilizes many remote dirt roads and leads riders through iconic locations including the Mogollon Rim, Sunset Crater National Monument, Grand Canyon and the Navajo Nation, as well as the historic mining towns of Tombstone and Globe, AZ.

Free GPS tracks, a digital map and the route's FAQ and photo gallery are located on the website.

Monday, April 6, 2015

Back in the (KLR) saddle!

I missed my KLR and I sure missed the KLR community. Maybe too much, it seems.

As many of you might know, last summer I sold my 2011 orange beauty and bought the "other" orange bike.

Fast forward to yesterday: I ended up buying a 2008 KLR 650 that had been mistreated. The previous owner just didn't maintain it. It has a little over 50k miles on the odometer and has some cool accessories, and it's had some mods done (Doohickey, 22 cent mod).

Per the previous owner: The bike burned oil -- as 2008's are prone to do -- and in 2012, it finally died on the side of the road. Not having the money to repair it, he parked it outside with no cover. Along with sun damage, someone drilled out the ignition in an attempt to steal it.

So I got it home today and started looking through it. Haven't opened up the sides yet, but the oil filter is covered with very fine metal particles. Haven't drained the oil, but I'd guess there are bigger pieces. He also stated it was popping out of gear before it died. I'm guessing the head/cams/bearing are toast. I'll get into it soon and see what's up.

So, I have a project on my hands, but I like that kind of stuff. Plus, KLR people are good people. And I live right down the road from Eagle Mike.

Having said that, it really doesn't look too bad at all. And it may be fun putting it back in shape.

Great to be back in the KLR saddle.

Tuesday, February 17, 2015

Solo motorcycle camping in the Anza-Borrego Desert: February 2015

The desert is strange and beautiful. But if you’re reading this ride report, I don’t have to tell you that.

Winter temperatures are pleasant, so I thought I’d explore some trails I’d seen off Highway S-2, a 50-mile route that cuts through the Anza-Borrego Desert State Park between highways I-8 and 78, east of San Diego.

On the morning of Valentine’s Day, I packed up my trusty KTM 990 with the minimum camping gear and headed 80 miles away for the desert.

It was a mild 74 degrees when I left San Diego, and was in the brisk mid 60’s on the I-8 summits heading over the mountains.

I turned north at Ocotillo and headed into the desert on the S-2 intent on finding a camping spot before dark. The S2 is known by a couple of names (Imperial Highway, e.g.), but I like, "The Great Southern Overland Stage Route of 1849" the best.

Of the numerous trails to the east and west of the S2, I specifically wanted to explore Canyon Sin Nombre.

The canyon wended through a twisty route of fairly accessible jeep trails. The terrain consisted of rocks, hard pack and sand. I enjoyed seeing the desert plants, low hills and tall sandstone canyons as I made my way deeper into the desert.

As I rode along, I named the vegetation in Spanish, as I’d learned them first in that language while traveling throughout Baja when I was young: Ocotillo, barrel cactus (bisnaga), chuparosa, jumping cactus (cholla), agave, yucca; all beautiful. I could see that the autumn rains had done quite a job on the soil, sculpting the sandstone into gothic spires and erasing vehicle tracks from previous years.

I passed through the Border Patrol checkpoint where three lonely agents scoured suspicious vehicles for aliens, drugs and other contraband. A few miles later I turned off into the trail and smiled to see signs warning of, “soft sand ahead." I didn't air down my tires, waiting instead for the really deep stuff.

I passed one couple car camping along the route about a mile from the S-2; other than that, I saw no one. At about 5 miles in, I saw a sign that barred further entry; a mile past that I found a soupy mess under some type of renovation. I followed the tractor trails for as long as I could, but 800 pounds of bike and gear are no match for wet muck. I turned south toward the hills and made my way back to the main trail.

Note: I may have laid my bike on its side a few times.(Few: More than two, less than seven. Few.)

Moving north again, I passed some great looking trails. There are some neat Indian rock paintings and caves out there, but I wanted to find a nice, secluded camping spot first. I turned right and east I went off on Palm Spring trail (spoiler alert: I found neither at the promised 1.6 mile mark).Passing some campers at Hollywood and Vine (no kidding), I turned northeast onto the Vallecito Trail.

About 3 miles in, I spied a group of small hills in the distance and fought my way through some deep sand to arrive at a perfect camping spot. Turning off my bike, I enjoyed complete silence…not even a cricket was chirping. I sat in the shade of my bike for a moment and just soaked it in, enjoying the slight breeze. This is what I’d come for.

OK, time to put up the tent. I’d just added a Big Agnes Burn Ridge Outfitter 2-person tent to my collection. It was smaller and lighter than my other shelters and perfect for this type of camping. I knew I wouldn’t need the rainfly as I wanted to see the stars tonight.

I stripped down to shorts and sandals and walked up into the canyons. The rains must’ve been quite severe to carve out such valleys. I found pieces of pottery exposed in the sand—almost an entire pot in one area, ancient color still showing on the sides.

The temperature, never reaching past the mid 80’s, soon began to drop as the sun began descending slowly behind the hills. By the time I’d made my way back, my campsite was engulfed in shadows. Only 5pm and I could feel the brisk air coming on the breeze.
I opened a can of beans and added some Ortega chilies. I cooked them up and ate them as I looked over the valley below. Still not a sound.

I realized I’d seen no wildlife but for some loud ravens; no snakes, lizards, coyotes or varmints.

I scribbled out two crossword puzzles before it was too dark to see. Sipping whisky from a flask, I watched as the last remnant of light disappeared below the mountains. I could hear a grumbling jeep somewhere on the road below, its lights coming into view then disappearing as it made its way deeper into the desert.

I laid back and looked up at the sky, Orion the hunter moving slowly across the dark night. Owls hooting nearby broke the complete silence and I drifted off to sleep. I would wake occasionally to see a different arrangement of stars.

It felt like the mid-50’s at 9pm but was in the 40’s when I awoke at dawn. I remained wrapped in my bag until the sun was up, then crawled out for coffee. I thought as I sat there that my stove’s fuel container has lasted me the better of two years, to include a 35-day Alaska/Canada ride and at least 3 Baja rides. Incredible.

After a breakfast of an apple, nuts and a protein bar, I packed up camp and headed back to the main road. I’d gone through a gallon of water and had only a liter remaining; not enough to explore more trails today. I found the S-2 and continued north to the 78, passing Butterfield Ranch and even more trails to explore later.

I arrived back to San Diego by 3pm dusty, hungry and happy.

Man, I sure love the desert in winter.

Friday, August 22, 2014

Baja ride! August 23-24, 2014

I'm hosting a group of riders from New Mexico and Arizona for a weekend Baja ride .

These are guys I've ridden with in Arizona.

The 6 of us (5 of whom will be on KLRs!) will ride from San Diego, through Tecate, to Camalu, Baja California and retutn via Tijuana. We will camp on the beach on Saturday night.


Hooo, boy. Just back from a weekend ride down the Baja coast, mainly from Santo Tomas to Camalu. Wow, why didn't I know that the coast road was washed out in several places? I gotta do better research...

I hosted a group of KLR riders from New Mexico and Arizona. And my little brother tagged along on his Gen 1 KLR.

All went really well, but there were some areas that were not big bike friendly. A couple of drops but no injuries.

We hit the coast just north of the Punto San Jose lighthouse and spent time at Coyote Cal's; I'm pleased to say that there's a Kug sticker there now. We camped on the beach at the volcano south of Erendira.

The next morning (Sunday), we headed south with breakfast plans in Camalu. After two pretty serious wash-outs and detours that were not feasible, we hit the pavement, then Hwy 1 North.

I had a hook-up at the San Ysidro border and the crossing took 8 minutes total.

Wednesday, August 6, 2014

IMS ADV Footpeg review

A few days before departing for a 30-day ride through Canada and Alaska, a friend of mine had a chance meeting with Chris Hardin from IMS Products. Chris thought that his new IMS Adventure footpegs would be perfect for such a ride.

I reluctantly removed my Fastway pegs, a set I was quite fond of, and installed the larger (wider, longer, heavier) IMS ADV pegs on my KTM 990. Hmmm, not bad at all.

I was immediately drawn to the quality of these pegs. They looked and felt as if someone had designed these things to be bulletproof. They are solidly constructed of 17-4 cast stainless steel and fit perfectly where the stock pegs would go.

I called Chris to verify a point of installation and found that the guy knows his products. I told him that I was a little concerned that a new product would be tested on such a brutal ride. He assured me that IMS had been around quite a while and he was confident that the pegs could withstand anything the Great White North could throw at them...even a drop, should that occur.

I should've knocked on wood right then.

After returning from 24 days of riding in Alaska and Canada (9600 miles--close to 1800 of that was on dirt or unimproved roads) I can confirm that these footpegs are as tough as any on the market.

We routinely updated our RR on ADV Rider (It's Pronounced In-You-Vick. I think. if you want to see what we did and where we went.

I used the IMS ADV pegs the entire ride and they held up well. I liked the pegs from the moment I installed them.

The bottom line is, I had already installed some pegs I liked but gave the IMS ADV pegs a try. They were sturdy and comfortable and held up extremely well in some very challenging circumstances. I do not baby my bike.

The best feature of these pegs, in my opinion, is the size: they are wider and longer than probably any other footpeg on the market. This is a huge plus for those riders who plan to put in a lot of miles or have big boots.

The quality is unchallenged. I "may" have dropped my bike a "couple" of times (no photos=no proof! ) and the foot pegs remained unscathed. They are solidly built and stood up to some serious abuse on this ride.

I can attest to the durability and comfort of the IMS pegs. On top of that, they look good! I highly recommend them and have decided to keep them on my bike instead of replacing them with the pair I had previously installed.