South of Loreto there are several sections of road flooded out with an option of taking a dirt path on the side, the water is less deep there. Here the dual-sport knobby tires would be choice but in Arizona the decision was to just go with street tires the entire ride because of the longer wear of street tread. The plan was to buy a knobby near the Mexican border, haul it amd put it on when needed but decided against it because of added weight and space.
Gas at Ciudad Insurgentes and stop for a cappuccino, perfect and one of the best cappuccinos ever, what a surprise, an extra large far a couple bucks. this would be five bucks in the US and probably not as good.
It's 100 miles to Scorpion Bay from the gas stop, another gas stop will be 5 miles past the turnoff to Scorpion Bay.
The road is straight and in good shape at first followed by sections riddled with large deep pot holes. Keeping it under 50 MPH throwing the bike left, right, left, right, left, right I finally get a double-double poke from Heidi. Yes, all is good so far only hitting a few small holes but if the front tire hits a big hole straight on it will be bad, and not worth it. This is our life, it's not a vacation so we are in no hurry, it hasn't even been two months yet sense we left home, there is a long way to go.
After the turnoff to Scorpion Bay there was no gas in sight, after talking with the local police we turned it around. The thought is that 8 liters less fuel will help the ride and bumps, we just have to ride slow and get high mileage.
There are killer washboards, big rocks and sections of deep sand requiring standing on the pegs and goosing the throttle to manhandle the bike. I'm glad I grew up riding dirt bikes in the back country of Northern Wisconsin, without that experience we would have turned around for sure. What a pro Heidi is, but she did admit once at a rest that the deep sand and sliding back and forth on the road has kind of "freaked her out" she asked God to help us at one point. I assured her I will slow it down much more after almost loosing it a couple more times. I know by riding a little faster will make a spill in deep sand less likely but at this point a spill in deep sand at real slow speeds is an acceptable better choice (my inner voice says "I will Not Spill!"). After an hour of hard riding we make it 15 miles, Sweet! The conversations is all about 'Half way' "We will make it" The ritual every time we mount the bike is 'Safety" and no matter what happens, if we stay safe and healthy we are going to have a good time.