Horsepower Weekend (Pt. 4): Off-road Hippies

Horsepower Weekend (Pt. 4): Off-road Hippies

Why hippie?  I don’t know, it just seems to fit.  A sub-culture from the 60s and 70s that loved being in the desert, tweaking machines to go faster, and always on the lookout for a pristine place to enjoy nature with friends and family.  Hippie.

The collection at the Ranch and at pre-race check-in for the NORA Mexican 1000 did not disappoint.  Vintage machines bristling with trickness and horsepower, and good old fashion know-how.  Events like this are the reason we keep a Bultaco in the back of the garage waiting to be restored.  Because some day, we’re going to race that damn event and enjoy every minute of it.  I spent a good number of hours on Saturday night getting Bruce Manx’s buggy race ready (light tabs and wiring were still being welded on at 2:00 a.m.), but I never heard one guy complaining — it was all jokes, laughter, and, when it was done and the lights were on, a few minutes to enjoy a cold beer before going racing the next day.

Hippies…all of ’em.

One of the original off-road hippies and the reason we were in Baja.

One of the original off-road hippies and the reason we were in Baja.

 

 

 

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Horsepower Weekend (Pt. 3): Arrived

Horsepower Weekend (Pt. 3): Arrived at The Horsepower Ranch

Had no idea what to expect at the Ranch, but it was pretty spectacular.  150+ acres  that was once a nudist colony, including a great pool, several mission-style outbuildings, and a grand hall all nestled in the rolling hills above Ensenada.  In a matter of hours, Todd Clement, owner of the HP Ranch and former head of Baja Wide Open Tours, had a party going for more than 150 people, including their cars, buggies, trucks, and motorcycles.  Good times.

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Horsepower Weekend (Pt. 2)

Horsepower Weekend (Pt. 2):

Arrived in San Diego to hook up with the Meyers Manx club and caravan down to Ensenada via Tecate and the wine-country road.  Most of the Manxs are headed all the way to Cabo, which looks to be a long, long trip for some of the buggies involved.

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Horsepower Weekend (Pt. 1):

Horsepower Weekend (Pt. 1):

Strangely, Part 1 of the Horsepower Weekend kicked off in Newport, with a press party for Baja Social Club at the Cannery.  Josh sent over a few photos of Bruce Meyers doing an interview in the very first Meyers Manx.  What about a Manx doesn’t scream, “I’m here for a good time, not a long time.”?

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Was excited to fly down with Josh; however, the plane was rudely hijacked by its owner who seemed to think it would be better served shuttling him down to Ensenada on Saturday.  The temerity of some people, huh?  Anyway, it looks like I’ll be catching a ride in in one of the Urkov vehicles tomorrow morning.  There are no plans when it comes to Baja…

 

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Horsepower Weekend (preview)

Horsepower Weekend (preview):

Super stoked to be headed down to Baja to catch the premier of the Baja Social Club at the Horsepower Ranch and to watch the start of the NORA Mexican 1000.  Plane out on Friday afternoon, dinner and the flick on Friday night, race start on Saturday, and home through wine country on Sunday.  This one will be good…stay tuned.

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Malibu Downwinder 2014

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Malibu Downwinder 2014 was an absolute blast.  Perhaps it was because it was my first PB race for the season or glad to be back on Herbie since the shoulder injury, but it was a great day.  10-12 knot winds, a sizable number of fast prone and SUP paddlers, and a killer after-party made this a great race.

My performance was a respectable 1:39 for just under 8 miles, but it was the battle with four other Stock and 14′ prone guys that really had me smiling.  For miles we surfed down bumps past one another, hooting encouragement when someone picked up a runner or came off their board, and laughed at dumb jokes when someone found a little energy to be a comedian.

The finish came down to a final gamble in the last mile — go outside and avoid the kelp or go inside and hope that you could pick your way around the speed- and energy-sapping beds of sea lettuce.  Neck and neck with the other misery sticks, I decided to follow a few SUPs inside, figuring that they had better visibility on the best line.  The choice paid off.  I was able to hold off the lone prone that followed me in and the other two guys just got netted and lost multiple minutes into the finish.  All-in-all, the shoulder held up pretty well, which was also a great feeling.

The racers enjoyed the rest of the afternoon eating good BBQ, enjoying a few beers, and picking up a few wins on the raffle (I won new set of shades and a nice shirt).  Thanks again to Gary Fortune for a great event, as well as all of the volunteers, sponsors, and participants who made it happen.  Definitely coming back next year!

Chicken Jacket

Chicken Jacket

I hate chickens; they freak me out.  The jerky movements, the vacant eyes, the feet.  No, no, and nope.  The little hen above (the one with the jacket) hangs out all day with her two coopmates, who, under the cover of darkness, peck the hell out of her while she just sort of sits around and stares out of the cage — no noise, no fight…just chicken.  So the good owners finally decide to get the hen a jacket, which is meant to protect her from the abuse of her buddies, who still occasionally walk by and peck at the piece of Kevlar.

Seriously, I could go on about the birds, but this post isn’t really about chickens, it’s about people…people acting like chickens.  Every time I look at the chicken jacket I am reminded that some people just don’t have a vocabulary for helping others in need.  Too busy to take a call, not enough time to hear out a friend who is swimming in pool of doubt or fear, or, perhaps, just bewildered about what to say to offer solace.  It’s passive, and odd, and I find myself falling into this trap all the time.

Others, far better than myself, DO take the calls, DO make time to listen, and DO tend to rebalance the chicken shit-house in which we sometimes find ourselves living.  Those people are like the chicken jacket.  You’re not going to change the basic nature things, but even the smallest bit of help in the form of a good listener makes a huge difference in one’s quality of life.  When I need ’em, I’m glad to know that I own a few jackets.

Okay, off for lunch — a hard boiled egg and a banana.  Cheers.

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Not sure why it is so hard to not make a creepy Easter Bunny outfit, but, well, apparently it is.  A windy paddle to the sticks makes weird bunnies, crazy family get-togethers, and that extra slice of pie all go away.