Motorcycle Diary
--- Cycling in Oaxaca, Mexico by Alvin Starkman
My longtime passion for riding
a motorcycle took a twenty year hiatus until taking up residency in Oaxaca.
I ignored the foreshadowing and warnings. While my story pales compared
to the epic journey of Ché Guevara popularized in the film Motorcycle
Diaries, there is a tale to be told, with observations and advice for those
with such suicidal ideations.
For Oaxacans, it's part economic
necessity and part climactic permissiveness, with street logjams and a
parking crisis factored in, as well as, dare I opine, a somewhat different
attitude towards life and living amongst those at and below a certain socio-economic
level...fatalistic. What's striking is the paucity of helmeted riders,
and prevalence of entire families (the record number of family members
seen on one bike is currently five) who take to negotiating the jammed
streets on a single motorbike often mechanically unfit, each member including
young children bare-headed and unsafely dressed (no gloves, leathers, jeans,
etc.). A helmet law and mandatory education might help. Educators must
remember to teach that the helmet is to be worn on the head, not simply
slung over an arm. Additionally, owners of deliver services such as and
by example, Chuchos Tortas y Mas, should watch their couriers leaving the
premises to ensure helmets are worn and not carried.
For my part, I've been accused
of having yet another mid-life crisis at 55, having recently purchased
a 150 cc. Honda "Bros", off road moto for use on the streets, complementing
our car and pick-up. Perhaps each above-noted reason applies to me, despite
leading a middle class existence.
I sold my Suzuki 550 in the
mid 1980s when my wife became pregnant. But now, in quasi-retirement, family
grown, life insurance policies kept current, I was only minimally fazed
when Canadian Consul Frances May warned that she's lost three friends to
motorcycle accidents. And compadre Pancho was in three accidents within
about 2 years. He once took me on a trip with some of his motorcycle buddies
through the mountains to the town of Sola de Vega. It was the first time
in 15 years that I'd been on a bike. I forgot a cardinal rule: never brake
while negotiating a turn on gravel. I recall regaining consciousness, covered
in blood, with severe knee pain, in the back room of some pharmacy, to
teary-eyed Pancho, shaking me with hands on my shoulders while screaming
"¡compadre, compadre!"
But by adopting and adhering
to a number of simple riding guidelines, some of which are admittedly difficult
to follow, I'll hopefully stay out of the hospital and my 19-year-old daughter
will never "benefit" from my being over-insured. My less-impetuous and
more level-headed wife surprisingly enough enjoys riding with me despite
serious reservations.
For those unattached and
in their 20s and 30s, I'll indicate which of the following rules I've set
for myself you'll likely want to break and how to minimize the adverse
implications of so doing:
1) Don't ride at night unless
absolutely necessary. Alcohol-related and other driving deaths increase
when road conditions are less than perfect. Lighting and highway markings
are often absent.
2) If you know that it's
likely the weather will become inclement (i.e. during the rainy season)
consider another means of transportation, or at minimum dress appropriately
and check your tires.
3) Try to follow the rules
of the road to the extent you can discern them, and when in doubt fall
back on the highway traffic laws with which you grew up.
4) Try to resist the temptation
to weave, as difficult as it will be. Once you're in your fifties you've
likely lost much of your neck range-of-motion, so if you must weave, rely
on your peripheral vision and mirrors.
5) Always use full-face helmets,
appropriate footwear and leathers, gloves and jacket at minimum. It's better
to be hot and uncomfortable than require jaw surgery and extensive skin
grafting. Leather provides that first layer of defence and it gives...cotton,
wool and polyester each will simply rip, along with your skin.
6) Never permit an unhelmeted
passenger to ride with you.
7) If you're a tourist and
have an opportunity to rent a motorcycle, unless it'll be used strictly
for cross-country, or you have a great deal of experience driving in third
world congested cities and are certain of the condition of the bike, resist
the temptation. As my father often said, "don't be an idiot." It's not
worth the risk.
8) When buying, make it a
new cycle, and keep it in top condition.
9) Don't buy a small scooter
or anything under 125 - 150 cc. You may need power to extricate yourself
from danger caused by other drivers. The most popular bike in Oaxaca is
the Honda 125, used by a plethora of businesses. If you can afford a Japanese
make, or better, go for it. Many Oaxacan friends have cautioned against,
for example, the Chinese models. My off-road Honda 150 was carefully selected,
even though it's smaller than those that I'd been accustomed to riding
in my former life. It's an off-road model given the numerous topes and
state of disrepair of the streets. Motor size is 150 because it's the smallest
engine I feel comfortable gets my wife and I up the steep hill to our home,
is light and has sufficient power for defensive maneuvers. It's small enough
so that it helps me resist the temptation to do highway touring.
10) Think twice before opting
for a larger bike that you may use on the carreteras. There's nothing like
open highway touring, but the danger increases exponentially the higher
the speed of vehicles. By contrast, while living in Toronto I always felt
safer riding on the highways than in cities...more control, drivers more
vigilant and experienced, and easier to avoid potential dangers. By contrast,
in Oaxaca the highways aren't as good, many motorists drive under the influence,
and vehicle mechanical condition is generally questionable, leading to
less control by drivers. If you are set on touring, make it at least a
550 cc. model, the minimum power with which I felt comfortable and safe
on the open roads with a passenger.
Apart from organized cycling
groups that meet periodically for generally weekend off-road challenges,
there is at least one traditional motorcycle club in Oaxaca, Los Caballeros
Templarios. These riders are the exception to most of what I've indicated.
The individuals, at least when touring outside of the city, follow virtually
all of the rules I've set out. The group is comprised of mainly shopkeepers,
tradesmen, restauranteurs, and professionals such as doctors and accountants,
average age being 40 something. Their bikes are kept in excellent condition,
they dress appropriately, complete with leathers embossed with club and
rider name and logo, and they host and attend national conferences as well
as enjoy frequent local get-togethers and regional excursions of one to
several days. The camaraderie is strong, warm and welcoming. And thus with
my little Honda 150, I continue to resist invitations to fulfill the initiation
requirement and join...until the purchase of a larger bike, and with that
a divorce.
