As we took a picture in front of the Long Beach BMW/Husqvarna Motorcycle Dealership, I looked over the crew. How much dirt? Don't know, this is a scout trip. I needed riders who were willing to help each other and themselves. We would be getting in after dark, and have mistakes along the way. We would have staff along, but no support truck. I talked to everyone on the trip beforehand and was frank.
We were headed to Mexico the next day, and that was the fact. From now on, its this way.' And I put up my arm and show a long arc going down.
Surrounded by fine wine, fancy linen and served top shelf steaks and seafood, I announced: 'Well, this is as good as it gets. We laughed around the table in a private room at the 555 East American Steak House in Long Beach, California. A motorcycle diary by Phil Freeman from our Baja Mexico and the Devil´s Backbone scouting trip.
