The 2011 NORRA Mexican 1000..............Images.

This is a re-post of a post I originally made last Thursday,May 12th.For whatever reason the post has completely disappeared from Blogspot.This is the first time this has happened to me,but not the first time it's happened to some of my fellow bloggers.Needless to say,i'm pissed.As I previously mentioned,I have purchased the .com version of my site name,so given this issue,I will be making plans to shut down this site and move everything over in the coming months.It will take a while to do this,but after the amount of time I put into making this post only to have it "disappear" is unacceptable to me.Meanwhile,I will continue posting on Facebook for the time being.So without further ado,the case of the disappearing post.......

Day 1,Special Stage 3 was the one that nearly took me and the bike out.

So the NORRA HQ was at the Hotel Colonial in Mexicali,a few blocks away from the Bullring where,on Thursday May 5th,all the cars gathered for tech inspection,press conference and display for the drivers and locals.A good time was had by all.........

....but some had a better time than others.

"I dunno,do you know Ken?,nope,me neither".Maybe it's the blue thingy?.

Yea,sure she did.

Mike Pearlman and his daughter Pam.

This one hurt........

Ze Bullring en Mexicali.

"Big Oly", a '69 Bronco.I love this rig,it just has such a classic look to it.It's got Baja all over it.

And this is "Little Oly"...

This VW powered Cat 4 ran the '69 and '70 Mexican 1000 and got 4th in class and 10th overall.A lot of history in this car.

This was Ned and Kat's flat fendered Willys,30 years in the ongoing build process,all completely owner fabricated by Ned.Off-roaders will notice it's a rock crawler,so what's it doing in the Mexican 1000?."Just something we wanted to do",says Ned.So they drove it down from Nevada(remember,rock crawler=5.11 gears)competed in the Mexican 1000,made it to La Paz,got the trophy,and drove it back home.That really embodies the spirit of the NORRA Mexican 1000,grass roots rallying.

So,right off the bat,which has happened with the racing community that I have encountered so far on my travels,this group of desert racers proved again to be just a really great bunch of people....

...especially this man and his team,Bob Land of Bob Land Racing.
Bob was campaigning a '89 Jeep Cherokee in Category 5.I got to the Hotel Colonial in Mexicali(NORRA HQ) a few days early and Bob and I were the only ones there,he was waiting for the guys to come down with the #38 Jeep.....

....and they did the next day.

Casa Diaz,Bay of LA,Baja.

Bob and the guys adopted me,took me under their wing,so I hung out with them for most if not all the rally.After I finished Special Stage 1 and got to the highway 12 miles from Cocos Corner I rode on down to Bahia De Los Angeles.I got in a little late,but the guys had a big plate of food waiting for me,best steak I ever had.By the time I got to Bay of LA,both myself and the bike needed some attention.I repaired what I broke on the Stage and then it was lights out.

The view the next morning.As Bob said of Casa Diaz,a million dollar view..........with no windows.

Enrique Covarubias.

Day 2,the chase truck with Peter and his son Eric,who is also a co-driver,waiting at a Pemex gas station for the 38 Jeep.

Fuel for the car,fuel for the driver.Bob Land takes a much needed and a very quick pit stop.
Day 2 proved to be a difficult stage for the 38 Jeep,they broke a suspension strut in the interior cage and had no brakes for most of the day.So when the end of Day 2 rolled around it was all work for the guys.

Robert repairing the cage and new shock mount.

Enrique trying to fix the busted brake lines.

So Bob said to tell the guys to come eat in the Hotel they were staying at,so I conveyed the message to Enrique.He says "Murph,we don't have time to eat,we gotta get the car finished,otherwise we don't race tomorrow".So Bob gave me some money and went to a local Taqueria and ordered twenty tacos with all the sides.Really tasty too.

So Bob Land Racing ended up finishing in La Paz and coming in 1st in Class.Congratulations to the whole team.
And  to all the guys,Enrique,Bob,Ramon,Robert,Eric,Peter and Ruben,thank you for all your help,friendship and generosity.It really made my first Mexican 1000 rally a memorable one.

The finish line in La Paz,Baja California,1000 miles of pretty brutal on/off road later.

Sea Of Cortez,Baja California.
May 6th,2011.






Murph

Getting Stuck in Frisco CO.....

....was not as bad as I thought,once I got a few cups of coffee in me and thawed out as I made my way up to the bar at the 5th Ave Grille in Frisco,Colorado.As I unceremoniously deposited my snow covered helmet and my shivering body(it was 18º out) into a comfy bar stool and after getting the "Are U Nukin Futs" looks from two ladies sipping their wine at the horizontal slab,Johnny kept the coffee coming for me as I thawed out from refridgerator cold back up to room temperature.

Owner Seth Zelen with Johnny.


I pulled into Frisco simply because I couldn't ride any further.It takes a lot for me to be stopped by weather,I can pretty much ride in any weather except ice,I can ride in cold as low as zero all day long,i'll be cold and shaking,but i'll ride it if I have to no problem,but coming out and up past Vail on I-70 it started to rain a little,which then turned to snow the higher up to the Eisenhower Tunnel I got,which in turn caused a snow and ice build up on my helmet visor,which in turn necessitated opening the visor to be able to see out...........and at 40 mph with wind gusting to 25 mph and near white out conditions the snow coming in through my open visor felt like a hundred pins being stuck in my eyeballs.I had to stop riding.I couldn't go any further safely.
I came up on an exit that I could barely see,I nearly ran off the road thinking it was the turn but it wasn't,finally got the exit and gently and carefully rode downhill and into Frisco and ran smack into the 
5th Ave Grille.

My helmet and jacket blend right in............kinda.


After about my sixth cup of coffee Seth bought me a staff dinner that he had prepared for the staff that day,homemade spaghetti and meatballs,and for someone who doesn't eat meat,he makes a killer meatball.That doesn't sound quite right..........oh well.


Thank you again Seth for your hospitality.


I ended up camping on Seths recommendation at the back of the church grounds in a little kids playhouse.It was shelter from the storm,good enough for me.

The little kids house behind the bike was perfect..........and free.

The next morning I waited until lunch to head up to the Eisenhower Tunnel,it was a cold and windy ride but I got through to Denver and on up to Boulder,piece of pie.....


Before I got to Frisco,back on 133 as I headed out over McClure pass from Delta toward Carbondale the weather started to turn a wee bit,nothing to look at and go Uh oh,no,just little things like a quick drop in the mercury or the wonderful smell of rain approaching that you get accustomed to being on a motorcycle for more than a year or so.All part of the adventure(he said reassuringly to himself)as he daydreamed of Florida beaches with warm sand and the sound of the waves lapping up on the shore..........



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The route I took back up to Boulder from my stay with The Pope in Durango was 550 north through Silverton,Ridgeway,Ouray then on to Montrose and Delta.A beautiful scenic ride,over snow capped mountain passes,the air as crisp and clean as it gets.I have travelled this route many times before when going to Ouray Ice Park for the winter Ice Climbing events.

Ouray Ice Park,Ouray CO.


With snow storms looming up ahead of me,it just made the view more interesting,and as purple blue clouds loomed on the horizon,I was reminded of these thoughts,"If we had no winter,the spring would not be so pleasant;
if we did not sometimes taste of adversity,prosperity would not be so welcome".
As seems to be the case as my journey begins to extend from months into years,the less I plan ahead and prepare for,the more interesting and eventful the outcome seems to be.I stopped planning at the end of last year,and since then it seems like I left a 500lb weight behind.
Meeting adversity on the road will either drag you down,OR,will bring out the best in you,the person you didn't realize you thought you were.
How we deal with adversity makes us who we are.

Georgetown Lake,Georgetown CO.

As I travel north from Durango on 550,I came across the 12 ton,16ft tall "Christ of the Mines" shrine,linking the towns mining heritage with the present.The shrine is a reminder of the importance that the mining industry was to the town of Silverton.Though the mines are now closed,the legacy still remains.The statue is sculpted from Carrera marble,the same marble that Michelango used for his "David".

 As 550 winds north out of Silverton to Ouray,you are now on whats is known as the Million Dollar Highway.The origin of the name "Million Dollar Highway" is disputed,but several legends include that it cost a million dollars a mile to build in the 1920's,and that it's fill dirt contains a million dollars in gold ore.

The Million Dollar Highway stretches for about 25 miles between Silverton and Ouray on Hwy 550 in Colorado,but it's really the 12 miles south of Ouray through the Uncompahgre Gorge to the summit of Red Mountain Pass which gains the highway it's name.This stretch through the gorge is hairy as all hell,and thats on a good day.Steep cliffs,narrow lanes,off camber curves,no guardrails and lots of "S" curves used to gain elevation,it's not a road for the weak or timid,or those suffering from vertigo.Going north,as you look at the picture above,there's nothing but a sheer drop of a thousand feet or more to your left,so imagine these roads in Winter.

Hence the reason for this plaque,halfway down between Red Mountain Pass and Ouray.

Just by the Amphitheater north of Ouray.

In Rigdgeway,from the movie of the same name.


That concludes this episode of "Travels with Murph".
I hope you are enjoying the trip as I am enjoying re-telling the adventure in pictures and narrative.I have heard from some followers of the blog that if it were not for my adventures,they wouldn't get out at all,and for you,I am touched and honored to be your guide.


So 'till next time...........

MURPH