poorwhitecrippledboy

I think when last I wrote; I was headed down the road with Christian and Jesus about 80 mph in a car that felt as though it would burn up upon re-entry…mind you, I love a roller coaster, and adrenaline is definitely my friend, but I prefer a small measure of safety involved into my forays into the land of speed… like good tires at least, but who am I to complain. Our destination San Quintin, land of the Internet, bank, and jonke yards… Before rolling north we made a quick stop in El Rosario to inform the espousas that the boys were headed to town, I was given a wink and a giggle by Jesus’ youngest who was about 5 and had some sort of black finder paint covering half of her face, (she was spinning like the Tasmanian devil), then Christians overly young wife handed me one of the sweetest oranges (naranja dulce) I have ever eaten. We left El Rosario in a cloud of dust, it was wild, I kept saying despacio, tranquillo, (which in my limited Spanish means slow down, relax…but it evidently t

First let me apologize for my butchering of Espanol, and my horrendous grammar, lack of punctuation, and bad spelling, I will try and do better. I am pretty well prepared for any weather, I went to sleep under the light of a huge moon (Las Lunas Grande). To say it was cold is definitely an understatement, I slept in the back of the open car on my Thermarest, wearing silk thermals, under a sub-zero sleeping bag, thick fleece blanket, and a couple flannel sheets, one would think that would have been sufficient, but lets just say if I needed to cut some glass, my nipples would have done the job nicely. I awoke as the sun was rising; it took about an hour and a couple cups of thick coffee to get my blood pumping again. When my nipples began to soften, and my thumbs seemed almost opposable again I began organizing the car, preparing it to spend the day (or more) alone, I kept considering what was vital and what was expendable, mostly my stuff is secure, but not everything can be locked do

It’s only been a few days since my adventure began, and I am sitting in an internet café with a broken car, I crossed into Mexico nearly a week ago, I got through Tijuana and Ensenada quickly, stopped about 80km outside of Ensenda to organize the car and proceeded South by way of MX hwy 1, I saw a sign made of an old surfboard and headed off down a bone jarring dirt road towards the coast road, or (Camino de Costa). After about 40 minutes of ruts, bumps, washboards, and may cattle, I came upon a ranch house with cattle dogs everywhere chasing me off, there was nobody in sight so I headed South completely off of any real road until I reached a fairly well known surf spot name Shipwrecks. The place was deserted more or less except for some men doing construction work I shared a Sierra Nevada with a man named Beto, he gave me a brief history of the place, evidently it is owned, or rather leased by a bunch of Gringos from San Diego, and the ship that lies rusting away was beached by a Ca