|The support truck had this art announcing from where we were coming|
|This is Ivan on Lynnda's Trek 2.1... she would only|
loan it to him if he wore her helmet, too. He was
cool enough to find a RadioShack riding shirt with
a LiveStrong band on the arm
this is the home of Tequila, the city and the drink. Soon, we got to sugar cane fields… beautiful scenery, farms and flat land. To get into this valley we had to climb out of our valley which I have done many times and as usual I broke through 60km on the descents… the big steel bikes climbed the hills, not complaining of their rider, and couldn’t hit the speeds on the down-slopes (big soft tyres)… but they managed to catch up and to keep up. All the while there was one Mexican guy, the next oldest on the ride to me, he is about 60, who kept telling me to slow-down… then he would point to the west and the mountains in the distance!
Well, I was feeling very good, I knew was in shape, so I stayed with the kids in the break and was enjoying a great ride. When we got to San Martin, a beautiful little farming community, the leaders of the ride decided it was time for lunch… at about 1030. I didn’t complain, and ate my (first of three) BPJ sandwich that Lynnda had packed for me. I drank some electrolyte drink, took some pics of the square and the various riders.
When I started out, I never considered getting to the church shown here... but when I realized the power these fellows felt from the Virgin of Talpa, I began to get the feeling that would change. It has, this is a beautiful place. The throngs of people believe it and you can see how they came to find their way there... the pic above is from about seven in the morning... the pic below from about 1030 in the morning.
More importantly I plan to start a riding club here in Ajijic and San Juan with the interest of safer riding. One of the objectives will be to raise enough money to provide helmets for all of the riders in the club and on the road to Talpa. About fifty of the riders were not wearing helmets… not because they don’t know how important they are; not because they have an ego like Guy Lafleur and won’t wear them… it is because when you are making the equivalent of $2.50 to $4.00 per hour, you don’t have the money to buy a helmet for a day’s ride, once a year. It won’t take much money really, given the thousands we have all raised in our lives for cancer, heart, stroke and other medical diseases.
The photos below are of my bike and those of my new friends here in Mexico as we prepared to drive home... there were ten of us below the bikes, with three more in the front... It was hard to sleep for many of the guys... here are three of my friends who likely didn't sleep well when they got to Talpa... it was really cold in the tents and they had just ridden 260km or so... Tired is an understatement...