La Paz to Cabo San Lucas (to Cabo Wabo)

After depating the highway on our commute out of town and ramping it up to 80mph in the first mile, we were greeting with the true wake up call, a massive kicker that let out stomach's go weightless for a surprisingly long time.  Wow.

After some high speed drifting turns at 60-70mph that'd make Bo and Luke Duke drool with envy, all hell broke loose.

I was linking two turns, a big sweeping right followed by a downhill entry into a tight right.  The double drifter went like magic, save for a little extra momentum that carried us wide on the second corner.  We got up on the berm, hit a rock (and apparently dislodged it) and side swiped a cactus.  Not a problem, a little jarring but rolled along.  Pull up to a scheduled regroup just a few hundred meters up the road, then heard car behind us flipped. 

Turns out the rock we clipped rolled into the road, call it about 2' in diameter.  Our tire was flat too, and upon closer examination, the rear "a" arm was broken - that's the "flap" the wheel attaches to - the weld to the bearing that attached it to the frame snapped.  I'll just leave one bathroom in the house without a sink or counter and install the greasy broken weld a-arm as a towel rack to make budget this year... Tori won't mind.

The flipped car had no sore passengers, which was good.  A little frame damage and a lot of fibreglass damage.

After an hour of field mechanics that would have taken a week at a shop in Calgary we were back on the way, with arguably the best driving of the trip.  Windy mountain roads on gravel, steep up and steep down.  On the way up, second gear was 15 mins of linking drifting turns on a mountain road with a hundred feet of downslope on the side.  Life was so good...

After sadly handing back they keys (figurative: these have a button for ignition but no keys), it was back to Cabo for tourist poolside stuff and night life.  Good for the people who come here, but seriously, if I'm not eating the local sand by some form of accelerated transportation, I'm just not having as good a time.  I don't get the whole pool side thing... seems so god damned boring.

From end of driving it was a blur of Mexican party scene.  Gringos come here to act stupid and get drunk.  From some 37 year old divorcee woman from Colorado flashing her tits in the restaurant, to pouring the terrible Mexican wine we were served into the sand (wine isn't supposed to have effervescence last we checked), a separate incident of a client pulling off their shirt, which was a wtf mystery until the 5 girls at the table he was cajoling followed suit (note: we ate at a nice restaurant), to 5 hours of Red Bull fueled dancing at Cabo Wabo (I think the value of that brand was recently affirmed by a PE transaction of massive size), it was a riot.  That was by far the biggest workout of the trip, plus my ears are still ringing.  We stopped at Burger King on the way home (I just watched, as the "Champion" special for dinner, consisting of steak, lobster, shrimp, scallop, tuna, chicken and pork was still holding me over) which was across from the Pink Kitten Nightclub.  Name aside, the Pink Kitten wasn't one of "those" places, but watching 18 year old Mexican girls swerving from side to side of a 12' wide sidewalk, holding hands for support with the buddy system in full effect, but still barely succeeding against the forces of 5" stiletto heels, alcohol until 2:30am and mini skirts was pure comedy.  All in from stopping driving to now that's 10 hours of alcohol in a system that isn't trained for that, plus 5 Red Bull.  Would have been a fun night to actually have a girlfriend to chill/dance/party/hang out/socialize with, although the three days of dune buggying isn't likely a highly rated couples activity.

No alarm for the morning later today!