December 04
Happiest birthday to Joseph and Andy....we are so busy doing excercises in the pool, four mile hikes through town in the morning, market on Thursday, vegetable man and bread day in the park, hamburger and free marguerita night and Taco Tuesday that we haven't had time to add to this blog...we are truely enjoying everything. Our excuse for not traveling more yet is that it takes at least a week to settle in. We toured through John and Barb's house they have bought and are furnishing, and have eaten at all of the best restaurants (including breakfast by the pool in our park). Today was market day in our little town and was fastinating....it one of the biggest markets and for this small town, it covers almost anything you want to buy. The Mexican families buy essentials at Thursday market and we buy all kinds of handmade wonderful plates, carpets, baskets, and painted figurines. I am going to include a letter from Andy about his quad ride that he really did enjoy.........
Hi guys.
Our dear neighbors that brought us across the border and down through Mexico to La Peñita RV Park are parked next to us. We are parked in the two choicest spots of the park because the park manager is a good friend of theirs. They have two 400 cc. quads and graciously offered one to us to use. We had a wonderful ride together with another couple that came down through Mexico to La Peñita with us down a six mile beach and stopped on the way back to play in the waves and try a little body-surfing. I actually felt very much at home on their quad.
A Mexican named Abel that brings vegetables to the park for guests to buy, invited our two friends, Bob and John, to go for a quad ride yesterday. So Bob invited me to go as well. Now Bob claims he is not very experienced on quads, but I know better after the ride on the beach. So I timidly accepted being leery of what to expect. I was afraid of how wild this ride might be, and I know I am not very confident on a quad. I would feel more at home on a motorcycle, especially in rough terrain.
So Bob, John and I all rode on 400 cc. quads from the RV park down town to meet Abel and another fellow named Allan. Well, Allan was a big Mexican--with a pot-belly--dressed up in a fancy bright orange flight suit, a full--bright yellow--very fancy crash helmet complete with filters for dust, shoulder pads with breast plate, and a quad like I have never seen before! It was 700 cc's, had 4-wheel drive, independent suspension, and a winch. It was very complete and fancy. As we drove up Allan looked us over skeptically and advised us in a condescending manner that this ride would be rough and obviously we were not properly equipped or prepared. We were in shorts and tennis shoes. I was wearing an old dweeby looking bicycle helmet. Soon, Abel showed up with his three-year old son on board his normal 450 cc quad. Abel was going to lead us and Allan was going to follow to pick up the pieces of we presumably inept inexperienced green-horns. However, we felt a little more at ease since Abel would probably have to go a mite slower with his little son aboard.
Away we go through the town and end up on a road (trail) that was for the most part used by very brave four-wheel drive vehicles and occasionally some quads. I would have liked to go a little slower, but it was fun, nevertheless. The trail was full of wash-outs and ditches, which made the handling of the quads a real challenge. Then we headed up a hill that was complete with even more challenges. John, who was maybe the least experienced had his front end come off the ground so he let off on the throttle and ended up coasting a few feet back and ended up with his rear wheel in a ditch. I stopped because I could not go around him and wanted to see if John needed any help. John got under way and we proceeded up the steep hill. When we caught up with Bob and Abel, we stopped and waited, but Allan did not show up. Abel and Bob rode back to find Allan. After quite a while all three arrived where John and I were waiting and having a nice visit. I thought John was doing very well for one who supposedly had very little experience.
Allan admonished us for stopping on the steep hill like that right in front of him. It caused him to lose control and and he flipped over because of all the power his machine had. Hmm? Abel and Bob had quite a time getting Allan back on the road in an upright position. So lesson number one was do not get in Allan's way. Anyway, Allan had two more mishaps when John and I were not close enough to blame. Allan finally concluded it was simply his quad's fault because it was too heavy for even a man of his size and ability to handle. It occurred to me, how do you say "bool sheet" in Spanish.
In addition to the entertainment provided by Allan we had a really great ride. Abel's little son, Abel, Jr., was a real trooper. His dad was a very good and smooth rider. It was all we could do to keep up with them, and they looked like they were on a Sunday drive. Of course, Abel knew all the trails very well, and knew what to expect before he got there. We came back home with dust and mud all over us and the quads. We wore bandanas over our faces to help keep the dust out of our lungs, but the quads bore the evidence. It was much more fun than riding in the hills at home where cow-trails provide a formidable challenge and speed is not an option.
Hopefully, we will get to go on another ride next Monday.
Andy
Our dear neighbors that brought us across the border and down through Mexico to La Peñita RV Park are parked next to us. We are parked in the two choicest spots of the park because the park manager is a good friend of theirs. They have two 400 cc. quads and graciously offered one to us to use. We had a wonderful ride together with another couple that came down through Mexico to La Peñita with us down a six mile beach and stopped on the way back to play in the waves and try a little body-surfing. I actually felt very much at home on their quad.
A Mexican named Abel that brings vegetables to the park for guests to buy, invited our two friends, Bob and John, to go for a quad ride yesterday. So Bob invited me to go as well. Now Bob claims he is not very experienced on quads, but I know better after the ride on the beach. So I timidly accepted being leery of what to expect. I was afraid of how wild this ride might be, and I know I am not very confident on a quad. I would feel more at home on a motorcycle, especially in rough terrain.
So Bob, John and I all rode on 400 cc. quads from the RV park down town to meet Abel and another fellow named Allan. Well, Allan was a big Mexican--with a pot-belly--dressed up in a fancy bright orange flight suit, a full--bright yellow--very fancy crash helmet complete with filters for dust, shoulder pads with breast plate, and a quad like I have never seen before! It was 700 cc's, had 4-wheel drive, independent suspension, and a winch. It was very complete and fancy. As we drove up Allan looked us over skeptically and advised us in a condescending manner that this ride would be rough and obviously we were not properly equipped or prepared. We were in shorts and tennis shoes. I was wearing an old dweeby looking bicycle helmet. Soon, Abel showed up with his three-year old son on board his normal 450 cc quad. Abel was going to lead us and Allan was going to follow to pick up the pieces of we presumably inept inexperienced green-horns. However, we felt a little more at ease since Abel would probably have to go a mite slower with his little son aboard.
Away we go through the town and end up on a road (trail) that was for the most part used by very brave four-wheel drive vehicles and occasionally some quads. I would have liked to go a little slower, but it was fun, nevertheless. The trail was full of wash-outs and ditches, which made the handling of the quads a real challenge. Then we headed up a hill that was complete with even more challenges. John, who was maybe the least experienced had his front end come off the ground so he let off on the throttle and ended up coasting a few feet back and ended up with his rear wheel in a ditch. I stopped because I could not go around him and wanted to see if John needed any help. John got under way and we proceeded up the steep hill. When we caught up with Bob and Abel, we stopped and waited, but Allan did not show up. Abel and Bob rode back to find Allan. After quite a while all three arrived where John and I were waiting and having a nice visit. I thought John was doing very well for one who supposedly had very little experience.
Allan admonished us for stopping on the steep hill like that right in front of him. It caused him to lose control and and he flipped over because of all the power his machine had. Hmm? Abel and Bob had quite a time getting Allan back on the road in an upright position. So lesson number one was do not get in Allan's way. Anyway, Allan had two more mishaps when John and I were not close enough to blame. Allan finally concluded it was simply his quad's fault because it was too heavy for even a man of his size and ability to handle. It occurred to me, how do you say "bool sheet" in Spanish.
In addition to the entertainment provided by Allan we had a really great ride. Abel's little son, Abel, Jr., was a real trooper. His dad was a very good and smooth rider. It was all we could do to keep up with them, and they looked like they were on a Sunday drive. Of course, Abel knew all the trails very well, and knew what to expect before he got there. We came back home with dust and mud all over us and the quads. We wore bandanas over our faces to help keep the dust out of our lungs, but the quads bore the evidence. It was much more fun than riding in the hills at home where cow-trails provide a formidable challenge and speed is not an option.
Hopefully, we will get to go on another ride next Monday.
Andy
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