After riding about 100 miles across the desert and before crossing the looming mountains we arrived at the small village of Morelos. On our last trip through here we spotted a handwritten sign pointing the way to a “store” located in this house. The woman who lived here made some excellent chicken tacos for us that we enjoyed with a Coca-Cola. Hoping to find her home again this time we stopped by.
It’s fun to ride fast but, sometimes, it’s best not to. When riding an unfamiliar road in remote Mexico, you never know what might lie around the next bend. Like this mangled cattle guard. Hitting this thing at speed would be bad. Very bad.