And carrying a lot of it with me on my bike and my backpack. I am "importing" Mexican dirt and glad for it.
I arrived in Monterrey last evening at dusk under the shadows of two mountain ranges flanking the city – impressively beautiful and majestic. One of them is the Sierra Madre. They look more like the kind of dramatic vertical pillars of rock you see in Europe, less like the Rockies. The smaller mountains leading up to them are sloped and gorgeous like a pack of huge sleeping animals. Prior to these panoramas we raced an ominous blanket of dense clouds, sheets of rain and lightning.
As I leave Mexico, I recognize that although Harley is an American brand, there is Mexican passion for it too. Last night at the 105th party in Monterey, I sat with two hombres who were leaving Friday to ride to Milwaukee – on Sportsters! Another man we’d met had converted an old 1930's car into a custom 105th anniversary copper and black H-D rolling temple complete with Willie G skull plates bolted into the front metal. He couldn't drive it to Milwaukee because he broke his ankle, but wow what passion he has.
One of our riders is riding with the HOG Mexico City flag on his backpack. It also reminds me of how global the appeal of the Harley-Davidson lifestyle is. As a business, we've grown all over the globe and are still growing fast without even scratching the surface of the passions for Harley-Davidson in India and China. I hope to ride there one day too, and hang out with people as cool as the Mexicans I met (you know who you are, but to honor some of you – Juan Pablo, Carlos, Juan Angel, Raymundo, Claudio Sr., Claudio Jr., and Fausto). Mexico was beautiful and majestic and so were its people.
I am crossing the border as I type this, my bike stopped in heavy traffic. Soon it's on to Texas and the good folks of McAllen.