The 2013 El Diablo Run was the fifth time nutjobs on old motorcycles have decided to descend into Mexico and have a party. Much has been written about previous runs, the first of which was done in 2006. The neat thing about the EDR is that it's different for everyone; for wide-eyed noobs it can be an exotic adventure and for old salts it's like a family reunion. The route and schedule was essentially the same as past runs with a slight change for the better between Temecula and San Felipe. After two nights of reveling on the beach in San Felipe, rodeo games, Circle of Death race and Coctagon, everyone loaded up and crossed the rugged peninsula of Baja California. It's only about 150-ish miles, but that stretch can be a bastard. Maybe it's the hangovers? We joke that the exchange rate for mileage is about two for one; Mexican miles are about twice as tough as American miles. Potholes, big trucks, no shoulders, sporadic gas – it's the atmosphere of semi-controlled chaos that makes it fun. Once in Ensenada, it was a different level of party time and everyone got a shower and a bed since we stayed in hotels. Awards were given out for Best in Show (tongue in cheek since there is no "show"), Hard Ass and Cockroach. Much of what happened in Ensenada can not be discussed in public. Two nights of that, and everyone rode home with scars that may never heal.
We estimate about 350-400 riders attended, and for such a big turn out and it was one of the smoothest events to date. Mellow vibes, lots of good old bikes, and plenty of harmless tomfoolery added up to make 2013 one of the best El Diablo Runs so far. We're going to skip 2014 and bring it back again in 2015. It's tough for everyone to get off work every year for it, and we've got other trips we wanna do. Making it an every-other-year deal makes it a little harder to take for granted too.