I woke up this morning to sounds of the jungle. Birds, howler monkeys, and many things I couldn’t tell you what they were. A wonderful misty morning in the jungle. The night before I had found a wonderful Panaderia in town so breakfast was some left over pastries and breads.
Gear packed I set out into the drizzly, foggy mountain roads, debating on putting my rain gear on or not. Fifteen minutes into the ride my answer is obvious as I break through the clouds and am riding some of the best twisty mountain roads I’ve ever seen! The pavement is smooth, and the bike spends more time leaning than straight.
The next couple of hours are spend up and down mountains with ever changing scenery. I go from jungle to evergreen forests and eventually to hot, dry desert mountains like most people imagine Mexico to be.
This continues for almost 5 straight hours! Yes, 5 hours of downshifting into corners, monster acceleration out of the corners, and setting up for the next apex. At one point I’m actually in tears the roads and scenery is so awesome. EVERY motorcycle enthusiast needs to ride from Xihitla to Ezequiel Montes once in their lifetime… maybe twice. I know I’ll be back to do it again sometime.
(BTW, the title reference is making fun of the legendary motorcycle road in Tennessee.