Are You An Old School Biker? | Comments

Juarez Mexico with all and the bike by the frontier , we were thinking to cross it by the river heheh, Juarez Mexico was a free zone then and you can be at Juarez but crossing down was a different story so we decide to cross inside the Chihuahua desert by the rancho el vergel to nowhere land to avoid the 2 police stands by the road but that isnt happen, what happen was that the first time we tried to do that as the outlaws who crossed inside the desert to avoid police they knew how to do it, but we just had stringiness nothing else, so this was almost becoming the end of the road to us, .almost because since 5 hours riding on the desert with no water, (what a good idea to intern the desert with no water) we had gasoline on 2 tanks we took but no water at all, new biker mistake ,(that certainly doesnt happen to and old school biker) or easy rider ,anyway we just lost inside the desert and I was so dehydrated that I just l past away and as much as I remember the bike went down to the sand the luggage we had went one side throw the dessert the chick flew to the other side and next think I realise was that she was holding my head telling me to wake up, she gave me some plant she found just to make saliva and put myself down an bush to avoid the heat then I just was hallucinating and wake up and told her to wait there that I was going out the dessert walking to find some help then she makes me stay and sleep a little so , few hours then I just wake up more rested and we just stand the bike and pick all our clothes from a 1 year and a half trip throw America , pick my Stetson coffee hat with the apache buffalo and feather Indian tocado band and we get on the road again and probably you wouldnt believe this but we keep running to nowhere just a hint to go out the dessert , and somehow we bought start sawing a brighter white like sport motorcycle in the distance who run so fast so we talk to each other asking do you see this, and we decide to follow it, it was must lik

must like a ghost rider , so before something like 4 hours of follow this bike it just disappear in front of our eyes and we just felt lost again but few miles away , and the light of the sunny desert became night we saw throw the distance little lights, so we follow now those far away lights and we found the road again, we were so happy that we thought we were saved and alive and mostly we had done cross the police stations by the road, we were celebrating throw maybe half and out till in the road we read 1st garita aduanal custom gate 900 meters , we were so tired and full of sand in our whole body , starving so we get there they asked os where are we heading we just said to the next town named villaahumada town just to pick some cheese and going back to us because the plate of the bike was from us, they asked to keep the title of the bike just to certificate we go back, so we finally get to some restaurant has water, some dinner of villaahumada town cheese quesadillas and went back down the road to recover the title, in the police station ,we did but when we were on the road going back to cd Juarez, plan the next move by night we just run out of gasoline and again , because when we had the crash inside the desert the motorcycle tank went pull up inside when we were in the middle of the dessert, but this time in the road , so we were asking to Chevy van for a ride one finally stopped was a Chevy van who carried oil, so imagine us carrying the bike, all covered in oil that the back of the trunk has and the sand of the dessert, we look just like Kentucky fried chicken piece after cocked, the trunk left us by a gas station so we filled the tank and we stay the night by Rocio heredia a cousin of mine at Cd Juarez who helped us and will never forget, then we heard in the morning a LP record and I had two used bottles of milk filled up with water and decide to cross that ruff desert again , told the chick to take a bus and find me in the other side if this can we m

can we made , but she decide to stay with me we head and saw the morning sun , and few meters before the deviation to get inside the desert to vergel ranch I keep on the road follow to the 1 custom gate garita aduanal and when I stopped they were too busy taking down a truck with falluca, so I saw the same police I saw the past night and told him I was going to pick a jacket and buy few great cheese to villaahumada, to make some quesadillas for lunch, so he just shall bring me one cheese when you comeback please ,so I said ok and keep going , we run as hell and passed villaahumada town but remember that the tank was pull-up to inside because of the crash the day before in the dessert, so it wont has too much gasoline, we saw a gas station but I decide not to stop because I saw by the distance a federal police car taking gasoline there we keep going in the search of other gas , but of course we run out of gas again and had to stopped and start asking for a ride to Chevy vans , or someone to carry the bike to the next gasoline station , we were asking for help when we saw the federal police car who was at the gas station approaching to the road when we thought we were caught but he keep going in the road isnt paying attention to us he probably thank we were just stop to rest a little by the road, you wouldnt believe what happen a little truck who deliver gansitos marinela to every town store stopped and help us to bring the bike inside we said to help us to get in the next gas station or he told us if we make the delivers to little stores throw the road with him he finish the trip by a gas station in Chihuahua city, well just wonder our surprised when by the road we saw inside the gansitos marinela deliver truck , 2 more federal police stations and custom gates that this man just move his hand saying hi to cross because he pass throw those almost everyday but this time we were inside with our outlaw bike, to finish this story because we cannot tell all the diff

different details, this truck put us down in Chihuahua city just a block away from the federal police headquarters by a gas station, we fill again the tank and fill the two milk bottles with gasoline and we found a little comida corrida restaurant in front of a nice castle, we were finishing the soup when the place start filling with police guys , we pick the restaurant in front of correctional and they were full of police to lunch slowly we pay the bill and went out of there we ask how can we go out from Chihuahua to next country by the train so we follow those road till we left the state, of course there is more story from then to get to Mexico city and how we get to tabasco then Veracruz and to Cancun to finally get to san Salvador and went back but this would be too long and just let me tell you can you imagine what type of bike we had to do this travel?? Of course you will think of a big one we do this on a Kawasaki 454 ltd, of course we wanted bigger and better ones like iconic Indian or triumph 60s one but money was down and being a real old school biker didnt will be the bike you ride its about the man who you are , now I have a faster sport one Suzuki GSXR 1100 LonelyWolf, and soon will buy another Indian old school chopper one, but when I start riding I was then the rough 70s /80s my first bike was a carabela 125 minienduro I bought it when I was 12 years and had to hide it in a neighbour house, who had a little ranch he has horses and chickens, so my first time was like that because no one told me how to ride it was gone to be my very first time like a rider, so I jump in it and put all the speed in the hand, get the foot to 1 velocity and take out all the clutch , you already wonder what happen , by the way this story was tell to everybody for a time, by all the sisters of my pal Chucho de la Pea who were there to look on this, thank god this happen before internet, well the little moto stand on one wheel , but I isnt lose it, kind of flew becaus

because I wasnt sited jut carried up with the bike in the air just pulled with it, and crossed the arena , and went direct to the chicken cages just to front crash with it , learn 3 lessons 1 respect the bike, 2 respect, the road and 3 wear leather for fallings, not because it looks nice or can add patches, but the true was that I even cant hold the laughs when I was writing it and remember it , I was all full of hits and blood and all covered in chicken feathers the sound of all the chickens running and everybody watching and almost laughing in the floor, well then as the very old good riders I awake the bike and somehow I just dominate it and ride it , that was how I became a rider, for a life time and now I feel that this quiz is gone tell everyone whos a real biker and whos not, like the Mexican said un biker quesadillero who only rides in weekends for wear skin, patches and having breakfast 30 minutes away from the city and going back of course not, being a real old school biker if freedom , and its different for everyone for me I respect all kind of bikers when were on the road get friends to all gangs too and often find them on the road thats why I became a lone rider, an biker acrobat but do enjoy lone ride with just the air and the road thats why since then Im became the LonelyWolf

so right you are Sindee Lou great coment