OG EDR
San Felipe 2002
I found some pics buried on my computer today. Back in '01 I had a super cherry Honda CB550F. I paid $1400 for that bike and it had under 3,000 miles on the clock. I couldn't bear to chop it, so I just added a rack on the back and rode the shit out of it. I hated Harleys at the time because of all the fake tough-guy bullshit that went along with the whole scene, so this humble little unit was great. While searching the interwebs I stumbled onto the CB750 Mutilation Society website. Holy crap, these guys were riding old Hondas to Ruben's in San Felipe. Hell, I loved that place but never even thought of riding there, it was just somewhere we stopped at while racing or prerunning in Baja for as long as I've been going to San Felipe. I was thinking about buying a second Honda as a donor and building a chopper but no one I knew gave two shits about a street bike back then. It was all dirt bikes and nothing on the road. I figured it'd be cool to look at these dude's bikes and check out their scene and so forth. So, I emailed John, their fearless leader and he said it was cool if I showed up, their vibe was real low key and they didn't care if a straggler from CA came along. They rode in from Vegas and were settled in at a taco shop already when I pushed my out of gas CB into town like a scooter. I died right at the arches at the entrance and only had 50 yards or so to push to the Pemex. I found them at the taco shop and shacked up with a guy named "Dirty" or "Filthy" or something in his palapa at Rubens. Well a day or two went by and I was bored with San Felipe, so I figured I'd hit the road the next day and go over to Ensenada. A couple of these guys and one in a truck wanted to roll too. The Honda was running real rich and getting less than 100 miles to a tank, and this was before the two stations between SF and Ensenada had been built. Luckily I threw some milk jugs full of Pemex in the dude's truck, and he would just find me every so often sitting on the side of the road and give me a gallon or two, and I'd take off again. The Vegas crew had never been to Ensenada and had a great time there. This ride was carved into my head ever since and was the inspiration behind what became known as the EDR. Not long after that trip I sold that CB for a profit, and my dirt bike, and bought a Sportster...
Ready to rock!
John's classy purple people eater
It was a little quieter that year than at the first EDR in 2006