Good to Go to Mexico

When I set out today, I wanted to ride something that would give me the feeling that I was at least riding towards Mexico.  You see, back in the day, the natives around here used to band together for an annual trip south of the border via bike.  It would frequently include some camping, a lot of beer and tequila and tons of bocce ball.  Frequently, it would be in weather like today...block head wind and dry as a popcorn fart.   Lately, I've had a jones to repeat those shenanigans.

Anyway, with no real plans, I hopped on the single speed and pointed my bike south into the previously aforementioned gale.  The goal was to link together canals, jeep trails and maybe, if the cards played themselves out right, some single track.  

Mission accomplished..

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Scoottay

Riding Dusty Mexican Borderlines