El Diablo Run 2017

Waking up the sleepy town of San Felipe, Mexico

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Timmy Marr loaded up on his SportyStaci Wilt

With the political tribulations going on in the world today, you’d expect a small group to be willing to ride into Mexico on their motorcycles…wrong. Over 600 guys and gals rode their garage built choppers, factory touring bikes, dirt bikes, you-name-its 130 miles over the border into Baja this past weekend for the 7th annual El Diablo Run(EDR).

If you break your bike, it’s your responsibility to get it back into the US. There’s no backup trailers to tow your bike home.

In previous years, the EDR was held in two locations: San Felipe and Ensenada. For 2017, the team at Biltwell planned the entire event in San Felipe for three days and nights of camping, motorcycle games, and beach festivities due to the popularity of the location on previous runs. Over the weekend attendees can be found riding to nearby attractions such as the Puertocitos Hot Springs or the giant saguaro cacti south of town, racing in the circle of death or other moto games, fighting for cash in the “cocktagon,” (yes, you read that right) or beaching it with a coco loco in hand surrounded by good friends. This isn’t a cool guy contest. There’s no bad vibes in Baja. Just guys and gals riding their bikes and having a good time.

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@thegreatmagoo doing what he does bestStaci Wilt

On Friday, everyone headed down to Mexico on their own. This year there was no organized ride, so people were on their own to choose their ride route down to San Felipe. Around 2pm bikes began showing up by the dozen. The quiet fishing town was quickly filled with the rumble of motorcycles that would last for days. Most unpacked their bikes, hung up their hammocks in their palapas (a wooden structure on the beach overlooking the sea of cortez, shaded via palm tree roofs), and took off to the bar to grab a Tecate before making a plunge into the ocean. This year had a significant increase in attendees. Tents lined the beach in multiple rows, and there were no hotels or palapas available along the coast near the event, which was held at Kiki’s Campground and Motel. As the sun set on the first day, the music turned up, and everyone partied into the night. Some probably didn’t even sleep since the music doesn't usually turn off until about 4am.

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The palapas where attendees campedStaci Wilt
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People ordering tacos and checking out the bikes as they roll inStaci Wilt

As soon as the sun rose at 6am on Saturday, I could hear bikes turning over as the party slowly began to pick back up. Some took off to go ride around baja, and others stuck around to nurse their hangovers, or fix their bikes if they had problems on the way down. The boat drivers brought in the Sombrero Float and Banana Boat rides which were a hit. The boats would whip around, sending passengers soaring through the air when they were ejected, making for a great watch party from the shallows on the beach, as spectators passed around their bottles of tequila.

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El Diablo Run 2017Staci Wilt

In the afternoon, the Biltwell crew started their first day of moto games. The Circle of Death, which is held in a sketchy dirt lot across the street from the palapas, is a TT style dirt track race. If you break your bike, it’s your responsibility to get it back into the US. There’s no backup trailers to tow your bike home. A few braved the track while spectators watched and dodged bikes as they flew off the track here and there when riders failed to make a corner. The typical party festivities for the evening ensued. Saturday night is a big night for locals on the strip in town, where local bars and restaurants are located. With three gentlemen’s clubs to choose from, none of which involved gentlemen, everyone seemed to find a spot to hang out and drink into the wee hours of the night.

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Chopperin' through the circle of deathStaci Wilt
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Old Triumph hittin' the Circle of DeathStaci Wilt
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Riding the circle of deathStaci Wilt

Sunday’s daily routine was similar to Saturday. Although a few hundred people left early for Mother’s Day activities—or because they couldn't handle another night of partying in Mexico—there were still still plenty of party animals ready to watch or participate in the cocktagon. Magoo, the head honcho over at Biltwell Inc., drew out his penis-shaped wrestling spot on the beach. Bats were bought, and friends beat each other into the sand for their shot at winning $500. Beers were bought, friends forgave each other, and the final night of partying commenced. A giant bonfire on the beach was made and people drank their way into the night, or passed out like I did.

By 9am on Monday, everyone had packed up and headed back to the border, leaving our little patch of San Felipe a ghost town. The El Diablo Run is in the books, and with rumors of this being the final adventure, I’m glad to have been able to participate once again.

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Crazy looking cb750 chopper trikeStaci Wilt
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What's Mexico without some fireworks on the beachStaci Wilt
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Beauty of an old flathead chopperStaci Wilt
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The Cocktagon!Staci Wilt
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Battle in the CocktagonStaci Wilt
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Rad old Panhead making the journeyStaci Wilt
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With no chase vehicles, you have to rely on what you brought and your friends to make it homeStaci Wilt
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Riding down to El Diablo RunStaci Wilt
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