Chuy,
You've got me dead to rights. Downhill is where I've been heading since I turned seventy. Fact is we ran an annual downhill coasting competition in the olden days.
My 1886 Columbia Expert high wheeler graces my living room. It's a beauty with nothing missing and nothing broken. Riding it is like riding a Cadillac due to the fifty-two inch wheel diameter. Of course there's no gearing so one can truly say that it has a 52-inch gear.
Supporting that Tecate-Ensenada ride got to be unreasonable. Same way with the Mexicali-San Felipe event. Once the beach-cruisers started showing up the events got out of control to the point that we couldn't get around the early starters to set up aid stations. We picked up stragglers way into the evening hours, stragglers that walked along in the dark cryng like babies. Way too risky in the end. Also dealing with the Mexican authorities was way too much trouble.
No good deed goes unpunished.
That experience lead us to the annual Tecate to Cabo San Lucas tour each year between Christmas and New Year. Sixteen days for about 1,200 miles. Ninety-eight mile average days starting in the dark and ending in the dark each day. This event was a self-supported bicycle tour with no motor vehicles allowed. Short days and winter rains made things interesting. We always had a large turnout for this event from all over the world. Riders were experienced and came because of the physical challenge.
We also ran an annual Trans-California event where riders rode from Mission Bay to Yuma in one shot.
Ah-yes, the good ol' days.
Harmon
This talk of the old Tecate- Ensenada ride sure brings back memories. I rode it in the first few years untill the number of riders was over 10000. It just wasn't fun with the road so crowded. The El Gringo Cantina at the top of the seven mile hill was a great rest stop. For any of the old riders here I rode with the Diving Locker group.