Rocky Point Run

One of my passions is riding my Harley and exploring new destinations.
This past weekend, the Prescott Arizona region of the Choirboys law enforcement motorcycle club held a run to Rocky Point Mexico.
Back in 1985 during my assignment as an undercover officer to the Special Investigations unit, was the first time I was in Rocky Point. That rainy Easter weekend was spent in a Cantina just off the beach, in what was then a sleepy little town.
We crossed into Mexico at the Lukeville/Sonoyta crossing and took Hwy 8. Several miles past Sonoyta I began getting a weak Ka reading on my Escort 8500 X50. About a mile ahead, as we turned around a bend we came behind a Mexican Federal Police patrol car and two officers.
We stayed a safe distance behind and within a few miles we noticed the patrol car pulling into the right shoulder, preparing to make a u-turn. We then spotted the officers pray, a white BMW that had California plates that was heading in the opposite direction at a high rate of speed
After the white BMW blew by us, the officer activated the lights and siren and took off after the car.
About ten miles later, we then came across what has had to be one of the most stupidest drivers I encountered in a very long time. A pick up was towing a single axle trailer that was loaded ten feet high with bails of hay. The tires on the trailer axle seemed ready to burst because of the weight and the driver had a very difficult time controlling the vehicle at speeds over 15 m.p.h.
At this point on the highway it is a no passing zone, and there are numerous dips and turns that prevent you from seeing far ahead. Also the traffic heading towards the boarder was very heavy, so we decided to stay well enough behind to avoid any bails of hay that were getting ready to fall from the trailer.
Traffic quickly started building up behind us with most of the drivers having less patience then us and who were also becoming very stupid.
Normally we would pull over into the shoulder and wait out all these idiots, but the shoulder was all soft sand and we would easily get stuck.
We had a choice, either get run over from one of the cars or trucks behind us, as they attempted to pass, or try pass the hay truck in the no passing zone. Finally we saw an opening and shot passed, and saw one of the bails of hay come tumbling from the stack in our rear view mirror.
About 45 minutes later, we finally made the 65 mile stretch from Arizona into Rocky Point and arrived at our hotel, right on the beach.
I was amazed at the amount of new construction that was going on along the beaches! Huge luxury condos were being built along the beaches and real estate offices were almost on every corner.
We spent a great weekend with my club members and I will be making another trip out to Rocky Point soon, as the weather, riding  and beaches were fantastic!

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