Sunrise in La Paz. 

Russell's Die Trying sticker. I was hoping that I wouldn't have to. 

Russell, his XR and the way cool sticker. 

Along the cliff road on the way to San Jose del Cabo. 

The last gas stop of the ride. 

Last lunch of the ride. 

"You can run..." 

This truck was from Wisconsin, where we live. A stark reminder of home. I wasn't ready to go back yet. 

This guy used to race off-road with Malcolm. He hadn't seen Malcolm in 15-20 years, but heard he was coming through so he brought his wife and son to meet him. 

Great beach & surf vista. Typical of the ride on day six. 

I'd gone through all of the '98 ride with no flats and got to within about 50 miles of the finish of the '99 ride before it struck. 

Found two nails in my rear tire. The slime had sealed the first one. I had no idea how long I'd been riding on it. 

Victory! Here I am in front of the Finistera, our hotel in Cabo San Lucas. It's as far South as you can ride, drive or walk on the Baja peninsula. 

Loading the bikes into the semi for the trip back to the start. 

Steph and I on the balcony of our room. Great destination.