For our early-morning departure we agreed to meet at o'dark thirty behind the photo studio at the CW offices in Irvine, just 100 miles north of ol' Meh-hee-co. We wanted to get an early start to minimize the pain of riding on the freeway alongside drowsy morning commuters. We both showed up late (friggin' art guys). As a result, we suffered through miles and miles of wide bike lane-splitting in San Diego County before we reached the border. No problem. We still made good time and reached our first stop before the hordes showed up at Tacos El Yaqui in Rosarito Beach for their famous perrones. The best way to describe perrones? They are made with a medium-size handmade flour tortilla filled with grilled skirt steak, pinto beans, guacamole, cheese, and salsa folded over like a taco. They are big, and two are definitely more than enough. We each had three. You want to show up at Yaqui's a little early, before the lunch rush, because the intoxicating aroma of the wood-fired steak draws a large crowd. After we ate, it was time to fill the space in the empty side case. First stop was to pick up a couple bottles of L.A. Cetto cabernet sauvignon from the nearby Baja wine region of Valle de Guadalupe and a bottle of tequila to soften the edges after long days in the saddle. Next was for cigars at a great little tobacco shop recommended by the cook staff at Yaqui's, where the shopkeeper was eager to help and was quite interested in our bikes with surfboards attached. In fact, everywhere we went, locals would stop to look at the bikes and want to chat about our plans. It would seem that when you double up a trip with motorcycles and surfboards, you double the number of dreamers who wish to plan such an adventure. You know, someday.