Anyway, back to Eric's bike. We started with all the basics, checked all the wiring, then the things like fuel. Well, after we had the carb off and cleaned out all the jets and bowl, the bike was running; we just needed to make a few adjustments at that. We got on our way, but we were five hours behind due to all the delays, so we wanted to make up some time by just heading straight to the last meeting point before crossing the border in Calexico. We would have liked to ride the backroads down through the wine country of San Diego, but now all we could do was try to make up time and miles. The thing was that if we could have meet up with the main group in Calexico, we would not be the lone group crossing the border late at night. Later on, we found that the whole El Diablo run was done by lone groups, some as large as 20-plus bikes, and some as small as two bikes.
Well, we rolled into the border town of Calexico looking for something to eat and a place to get some insurance for the bikes. But it was after 10 PM, and almost everything was closed. We found one little place, but it was useless they would not sell us theft insurance, only liability...well, we took it, because we needed something to have in hand in Mexico, and we'd just keep an close eye on the bikes. So we grabbed a hamburger and headed into Mexico. It was after 11:30 pm when we saw the first road sign in Spanish-San Felipe, 160km. We topped off all the gas tanks and headed south; as soon as we got out of town the streetlights were fewer and fewer, and the roads just got darker, making it harder to see all the pot holes. We charged on, and after about 60 miles in we needed to gas up and get off the bikes for a few minutes (thank you "J" for that small tank). It was dark and windy, but we were out on the road. We weren't to sure where we were, as we hadn't seen any signs but we knew that there was only one way to get there and we were on that road.
Many miles later we pulled into San Felipe. The town seemed to be sleeping, and all the bars were closed. We were all thinking "What the hell?" when my brother looked at his watch to see that it was after 3:30 in the morning. So we just headed to the campground to crash out and then hit it hard after some sleep. As we pulled into the KIKI RV park we found a few hardcores still up drinking a few cold ones, so after we dropped the tents on the ground we bribed the owner of the campsite bar to sell us the last cold 12-pack for the night. After a few beers we got some sleep.