Pretty much every trip we get the gang together to head to Mexico, we host what we only somewhat jokingly refer to as the Bocce Ball World Championships. We try to keep it light hearted but the crap gets serious quickly.
This year, Rob and Marcos won the team event 2-1. The third game went extra time after AB and I spotted Rob and Marc a 9-0 lead. AB won the individual event. I don't know what the score was. I think I was drunk enough where score keeping wasn't a priority.
All in all...complete success.
Generally, when there's a long weekend, the troops use it as an excuse to rally. We call it a quorum when we have a total of three or more usually. Plans came together rather quickly for a Saturday morning ride at Baker's house. The assumption was that we would four or five at the most. Once everyone showed, we wound up with a total of nine. A sizable presence indeed.
Plans were to leave his house at 6:30 which usually means 7 with this large of a group. The thought was to link together two trail systems with some roads tied in between. Road...Usery...Road...Hawes...Road...TRW...Road.
Early on, there was a ton of trail traffic at Usery, which was to be expected on a 90 degree day in May. It was one of those days that you want to bottle up and save for Late August. Somehow, we even had cloud cover due to a "cold" front. Even though it's been months (years?) since we've seen rain, the trails were in remarkably good condition. Good flow. Good friends.
The good news post ride was that Dave has a pool immediately adjacent to his house. The plan was to hit the pool, hit a few beers, hit some delicious french dip, hit some washers and then hit the road. Needless to say, I think we ticked all the boxes.
Riding Dusty Mexican Borderlines
As I've alluded to recently, I've had a major itch to scratch by the name of Mexico. In bad need of a recharge, I headed south of the border with a few friends to Puerto Penasco to scratch said itch. I was lucky enough to have a three day pass from my wife to go cause some trouble and, for the first time, I had the means to be able to ride on the beach courtesy of my Salsa Mukluk.
In between games of bocce ball, I managed to get three decent rides in. Total riot and yet another way to make me fall in love with the beach all over again, as if I needed an excuse.
Here's a couple videos. I hope you don't mind the lack of quality. No one ever accused me of being a cinematographer...
Muchos Gracias, Mexico. Hasta la proxima vez.