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So many of us have one. We drag it around each ride. Some mount it to our helmets, some put it on a chest, and yet some use it with a tripod. The action camera has been a catalyst in the world of sports to bring all of its excitement to a screen near you.

I remember back in college duct taping a big VHS camera around our bodies as we leapt off bridges. We loved to revisit the adventure later on. There is something captivating about sharing experiences with others. It's part of a visual storytelling phenomenon in which many have become addicted. I am one of them.

Have you ever sat through a treacherous three minute ride video that your buddy put together? He was so stoked about it, but as you reached the 20 second mark you wanted to do something else? Was it all taken from the latest GoPro mounted on his helmet? The sound consisted of a wound out two stroke at blaring levels? Yeah, I've been there. In fact, that may have been one of my earlier videos.

I ride dirtbikes in one of the coolest places on the planet. As I have been exploring the backcountry of Peru over the years, I have picked up some great ride shots via my handy little GoPro. Times have changed a bit with technology. Now, I capture 4k footage straight onto my phone, I can fly a drone above and beyond to bring even better footage back home to show the audience. The mount options are infinite as well as the gadgets for taking different shots.

All of this technology has opened up a new passion for me. I have combined my longing to lay my tires on new tracks with the thrill of capturing the right shot. I also love to write and tell stories.

Over the past decade, I have developed a pet peeve with bad videos. I certainly cannot claim to be top drawer when it comes to talent, but there are a few things that I have learned along the way that can help you put better videos together.

I have included my latest ride video of a group of three guys and myself that hammered our way through some great riding in the Andes of Peru. It is more of a ride video and not much of a story video. My plan is to use it as an example. Whether you think it's good or bad is your opinion.  My hope is that you can improve the viewability of your videos with just a couple of practical and simple to use techniques. Besides, you want people to enjoy your work.

Keep the camera still

Whenever possible, use a tripod, a rock, a prop up device to keep the camera from moving while taking the shot. This goes for those that are using basic stuff. If you don't have a gimbal (most riders don't carry one around in their tool pouch) use creativity to figure out a way to place your camera on a solid spot. Personally I almost always use a flexible, three legged tripod to mount my Samsung S7. I can place it anywhere, I keep it in my pocket on my riding pants, and can set it up before the guys come around the corner and into the shot.

Take short clips

If you have ever spent much time editing, you understand. Large files have to be processed by your computer even if you only want a three second clip of a 45 minute file. Another reason to keep them short is for entertainment purposes. Mainstream movies change camera views and angles each few seconds. Its so you don't get bored with the film. Same thing goes for your ride video. Mix it up where possible.

Many Points of View

As I mentioned above, changing camera angles will make your video easier to watch. If you watch a 5 minute video of the same helmet mounted GoPro footage, you might die. It's boring for most everybody that wasn't on the bike.

Its OK to use helmet mounts, but change the scene. Stop and film your buddies zipping by as they bang through the rocks. Pan around and take in some pretty scenes. Follow along on that gnarly section of trail. Get in your buddy's face and ask him about how he crashed. Film a high five or fist bump. Mix those in with your video and you will make it much more enjoyable to watch.

Length of Video

Keep your edits between two and three minutes preferably, and under five minutes for best audience gain.

Many of the professionals on social media talk about how important it is to keep things short. People have little windows of time that they can sneak in a Youtube video. If you have a 45 minute movie, they probably won't be able to check it out while on their coffee break. They also won't run over to Charlie and say, "Hey, check this one out!"  In my experience, it's like pricing...Keep it under the minute markers...do a 2:59 second video instead of a 3:02 video. In general, the shorter the better. I try to keep ride videos to the three to four minute mark per day. Pack the best stuff in there and get rid of the rest. People will watch your videos much more often.

In addition, there are limits on social media for file size and video quality. Last thing you want to do is make a cool video to find out the file is too big for your Facebook page.

Keep Edits Simple

You don't need to add a million crazy transitions or graphics. Unless it is done well, its more of a distraction. Transition from shot to shot with basic cuts. Is easier and works well with ride videos.

The Rule of Thirds

This is a time tested film and photo basic...Take your screen and divide it into thirds, up and down and side to side. Basically make a tic tac toe board on your screen. Place your subject in one of the corners of the middle square. If you have a full length subject that takes most of the height of the screen, place the subject on one of the up and down lines. It creates perspective and makes a better shot. Same goes with horizons and mountain backgrounds. Place them on one of the horizontal thirds to make your image more pleasing.


Subject is not centered in the middle of the frame...but rather on one of the 1/3 lines.



If you don't record good sound with your video, don't put it in there.

If you are making a sandwich and the bread is bad, it will make your whole sandwich bad, even if you have the best cheese and meat. Cover up with clear voice over or music. Smart phones usually have good sound recording for videos. Use the best you have available, and if you have little to work with, put in more music.


You are trying to tell as story each time you make a video. Keep an eye out for things that stand out to make your story interesting. A wreck, funny things people say, beautiful scenery, obstacles and struggles, and anything else that stands out in your story. Highlight it with clips that you have taken and your video will be better for it.

As for the video that I included in the post, look it over. I have put many of these principles into practice. It's not perfect, but imagine what it would be like to have only on point of view, or mumbled GoPro sound? Do yourself and your friends a favor and make those videos more entertaining to watch.

Until the next time...keep the wheels down.



Scott Englund is a social entrepreneur living in Cusco Peru. Scott operates MotoMission Peru, which offers super exotic hard enduro tours through the Andes. You can check out MotoMission Peru by visiting the website at www.Motomissionperu.com or find them on Facebook or check out other ride videos and media on the MotoMission Peru Dirtbike Adventures YouTube Channel. Feel free to contact Scott right here through TT if you have any questions about MotoMission Peru.



Peter Weiss is a name in the Hard Enduro world that you have most likely heard of. This is the guy that gets contracted by race organizations to build hard enduro race tracks. Look him up sometime...He has a long list of great race courses under his belt. In addition he does enduro schools and exhibitions that usually accompany his travels to various parts of the world.

While Peter was in Peru laying out the route for the El Inka Hard Enduro, he wanted to come out to Cusco and do some tourism stuff as well as pack a couple of good days of riding into his
schedule. It was ON!

This is what its like to ride the Andes with a pro!


I don't always have the chance to ride with pro level riders like Peter. What I like about it most is that I get a chance to stretch my ability by trying new things. I can't take big risks when riding solo, which is what I do most of the time.

So Peter shows up and my buddy Alex and I decide to show him some of what the Andes are all about. Big mountains that stretch up to the 16,000 ft mark just behind my house. He was stoked to give it a go.

We rode for two days, covered a bunch of types of terrain, and returned home with huge smiles on our faces.  I will let the video do the talking. This guy likes the routes tight and crazy...He got what he wanted!


Keep your eyes out for Peter Weiss. He puts down some killer GPS tracks for a number of races in South America and other parts of the world.  Check out The El Inka Hard Enduro(ZICK is the race organization) in Peru which takes place around the beginning of December. Peter's route this past race left only a small handful to reach the finish line... Mario Roman took home the prize.

I always look forward to riding with Peter.  If you get a chance to take part in an enduro school of his, you won't be disappointed.


Enjoy the video and make sure to follow this blog so you can stay tuned to what's happening in the enduro world of Peru...


Wheels down,


Scott Englund of MotoMission Peru is a social entrepreneur who puts together hard enduro tours in the Andes of Peru. Feel free to contact Scott via this blog, or catch up with him on Facebook at MotoMission Peru. Also, you can see all of his tour videos and more on the official MotoMission Peru Dirtbike Adventures channel on Youtube.





Guiding groups of dirtbikers through the Andes of Peru is surreal. First of all, it is a huge privilege to be able to do what I do. I love riding dirtbikes as much as anybody possibly can. Combine that with serving others by leading groups on various trails, providing communication support such as translating a menu, or taking a picture or video to help recall the memory at a later date, these are the things that I do. There are many other tasks as well, but to simplify things, my job isn't much of a job. It's pure joy!



I always love it when people take a daring step towards something adventurous; Quitting a job to travel, starting a business, becoming a volunteer, adopting a child. This seems to be where life really gets exciting. Most of the people that join me on dirt bike tours are just that...They take the steps that most won't.  I love hanging out with these kinds of peeps.
Recently, a couple of guys got in touch with me about doing a three day ride. One of the guys had a lot of dirtbike experience, but it was a couple of years back. The other, had experience, but it was 25 years back. This poses a challenge for a guy like me who has a duty to my customers to provide a legendary motorcycle experience. How can I mix these two friends up, show them some amazing back country of Peru, and somehow keep them safe, cover the necessary ground to complete the route, and assure them a plethora of smiles? It was a tall order, but I was willing to give it a go.


I asked a lot of questions in order to get to know these guys a bit. Each customer is different and will respond to risk, thrill, fatigue, and stress in various ways. I put a plan together to cover a route that had all the elements to satisfy the more experienced rider, but also have easier options in case anyone was overwhelmed with the trail level. These guys put it all out there. We made it. I pushed their limits, gave them the thrill they were looking for, and had an amazing time getting to know a couple of great fellas.

The whole experience is one that I give to my customers, but I also reap the benefit of the adventure. I often receive the privilege of lighting a flame of dirtbike passion in someone who may have lost it a while back. A few days after the trip, one of the guys let me know he was in the market for a new dirtbike...That's music to my ears.


It's always a tough one to match skills in a group so that everyone can ride at the same level. In fact, it is almost impossible. However, I often deal with the differences. In this case, I used a smaller bike, had various route options, allowed the faster rider the freedom to freeride, and used a lot of flexibility in the plan. By the end of the first day, the lack of the past 25 years of riding became a non issue. A few tips, some verbal encouragement, and a reassurance that our team will make it to the other side was all that was needed. What a thrill it is for me to assist a customer to overcome obstacles on the trail!


Do yourself and another rider a favor by opening up and being that mentor to help a newbie learn what someone taught you. We are all recipients of someone else's experiences. It costs little to share, but opens up a world to those who want to experience what we have.

Make sure to check out the video to see what it's like to ride in the Andes of Peru!

Until the next time, keep the wheels down!


Scott Englund is a seasoned hard enduro guide, explorer, and social entrepreneur living and operating MotoMission Peru in the heart of the Andes of Peru. MotoMission puts together a high end hard enduro tour filled with every kind of amazing you can think of. Contact Scott at Scott@motomissionperu.com to find out more about riding in the Andes.





Hard enduro has really developed rapidly here in Peru. In fact, it was just a few years ago when the first, what I would call legit race was held. The El Inka Hard Enduro entered the stage with a bang. After Jorge Nieto and Branko Bozovich of Lima, spent some time traveling around the world to participate in some of the hard enduro favorites like Romaniacs, Sea to Sky, Avandarocks, Ukupacha and so on, they decided to take a shot and organize the first hard enduro race in Peru under the umbrella of ZICK, a company founded with the purpose of developing hard enduro in Peru.

This is the 2016 Race Video...Check it out!



The courage to chase down the idea came after some big names like Cyril Despres, Gio Sala, Chris Birch and Martin Freinademetz came to Peru and stated what Jorge and Branko had known for a while: Peru has some of the most amazing terrain for hard enduro in the world.

In order to obtain a world class track for El Inka Hard Enduro they contacted Peter Weiss, a popular name in Hard Enduro, he came out and developed the route along with the local knowledge provided by Zick. This guy knows how to build a race course! The race was held in San Bartolo, which is a cool desert riding area just south of Peru's capital city of Lima. The race brought in some good talent. An entourage of riders from Lima wanted to give it a go. In addition, a handful of guys from Mexico came down and if I recall, a rider from Equator. A Spaniard living in Peru, throw me in there to represent the US, and there you have it...the birth of an amazing international hard enduro race event. There were about 85 racers if I recall.


The race was as organized as anything I have ever seen in Peru. I was pleasantly surprised as it exceeded my expectations. The prologue was a fun obstacle riddled course on the beach in Lima. Great for the spectators to enjoy, a challenge for the riders to make it around especially as the tide came in, and a convenient place for an event to bring the new sport to light.

Fast forward one year to the second El Inka and we found the likes of Kyle Redmond and Cory Graffunder. The reigning champ from Mexico, Didier "Frodo" Goirand also came back to defend his title. This time Jorge and Branko developed a track that was basically drawn out in Google Earth and supported by their "weekend warrior" knowledge of the area. For year two, they brought Peter Weiss and his buddy Mike Skinner to put the final touches on the route. They spent countless hours marking trails and figuring out ways to destroy the riders...It was perfect. Just what we were all wanting...another impossible route with a super slim chance of making it to the finish.


The prologue was bigger, better, and devoured a few more riders this time. Each rider got to take two separate laps to qualify for the semi, then the top eight of the sixteen in the semis raced for a cash prize and choice of starting position for the following day.  Again, the prologue was a fantastic spectator event that is just fun for anyone to watch, let alone someone that likes motorcycles.
The second day was a three lap time trial. The course was intermediate in level and about 15 miles. Each rider took at least one lap. If satisfied with their time, they could bow out. If not, there were two more chances to better their position. Day two's results determined the starting line-up for the final day.

Day three was the big race. The first dozen positions started seconds apart, then paired up two at a time until all the riders were on the course. The course was laid out in four sections. The first was Iron/Acero which was the easiest level. Some of the riders had it in mind to reach the end of the Iron/Acero section and that would be a success. Then came the Bronze/Bronce section. The technical level went up and began to create some traffic and chaos on the course. After the Bronze/Bronce section was the Silver/Plata section. This was the part that took out most of the field. Many good riders threw in the towel during this phase or at the final silver checkpoint. Gold/Oro, was a hideous mix of obstacles intended to test the best of the riders. Only a handful made it into this section. An even smaller number made it to the end. Of course, the winner was the one who reached the finish line first after completing all the stages. Cory Graffunder came out on top. It was another successful year for the El Inka Hard Enduro.



Year three is coming up. December 1-2 will be the 3rd annual El Inka Hard Enduro. Sounds like Kyle Redmond is coming back, Cory Graffunder will be defending his title and another name from the States will show up: Mitch Carvolth. Mario Roman will take a shot at the El Inka Hard Enduro if Sherco manages to get a bike in Peru. Still waiting on some other big names, but I am sure this race is here to stay. The World Hard Enduro Series has put the El Inka as their final race of the series this year. That alone, should draw some more riders from around the world. Peter Weiss will be managing the course once again. He also puts on a great enduro school during the few weeks prior to the race.

The whole thing seems to be building a lot of momentum. The riders in Peru are moving up in the ranks of hard enduro. Nine riders from Peru went to Romaniacs this year. Thats a huge number! It's really cool to see the sport taking off like it is in a place like Peru. I am convinced there is no better place to ride than the Andes. Keep your eyes out for more big news from Peru...It's certainly worthy of being put on the international enduro map.


If you are interested in the El Inka Hard Enduro, check out the organization  ZICK on Facebook as well as the El Enka Hard Enduro Facebook page. I can't wait to tackle this beast again!


Now I gotta go out and train!


About Scottie
Scott Englund is a social entrepreneur operating hard enduro tours in the Andes of Peru. All of the profits from the business are used to support a number of social projects in the Cusco region of the country. You can best find him on the MotoMission Peru Facebook page or email at Scott@motomissionperu.com. Also, check out the Youtube channel at MotoMission Peru Dirtbike Adventures to see what  tour in the Andes looks like.





Stairway To Heaven



The day started early. We wanted to get going early as the route was formidible and there was a high likelihood that we couldn't all make it to the other side. In fact, I didn't even call ahead and get hotel reservations. I was pretty certain we stood no chance.

The day's ride was not long in distance, but in difficulty, it was overload. I had done the route once before as I rode it solo. Looking back on it, I realize I am an idiot. I am working on a solo documentary project and this route was the culmination of the film. So I rode it solo, filmed it solo, and suffered all by myself. The film is in post production at the moment and will be coming out in the next few months, at least that is the plan.

As for the four of us, we had a plan to reach the pass at no later than 3pm. Any later and we would have to come back the way we came, defeated. All gassed up and ready to ride hard, we headed up the canyon to the trailhead.



The anticipation was high. Fernando Puga, who I just call Puga, told me that there is no option other than to reach the other side. He's a tough fella and a good rider. To put it in perspective, he is a bronze finisher in the 2017 Redbull Romaniacs. He is one of the top riders in Peru. He was determined.

His buddy, Duilio, who stands at about 6ft 4inches give or take a few inches, is a beast. He, also, had no intention to give up. We either made it or we made it. No other options.
In addition, there is Alex. He is my riding buddy from Cusco. This guy has a story to tell. I won't give it all away now, but he is as short as they come. I call him Chatito. That means "Shorty" in Spanish. He is starting the inning with a couple outs. His feet hardly can touch the ground when he mounts up on his KTM 300. However, the boy can ride.

The plan was to ride steady. No long stops. I was the only one who knew just how tough it would be. Alex had seen parts, but not very much of the trail. We began pounding through obstacle after obstacle. They just kept coming. Relentless, gut wrenching, head exploding obstacles that scream at you to quit. One by one, we conquered. I am not sure how many times the guys asked me if we were close, but it made me chuckle each time.

There were a number of "filters" that we would face on the climb to the 15,800ft pass. Each one posed its own set of problems. The technical part was enough to make one give up. However, add the altitude to that, and the will to continue dwindled to hardly anything.

It was a privilege to watch these guys battle the mental part of this journey. None of us had it in us to finish. However, there was something about the makeup of the team, that compounded the energy we had left, and turned it into a reserve for each other when we needed a little bit more boost. Somehow, we pushed through each obstacle to get closer to the top.


One of the obstacles, that is properly named for the biblical scripture painted in graffiti on the rock, is the Stairway to Heaven. The words say that the day of God is soon.  Pretty much spot on. We spent an hour climbing 100 feet of elevation. There are 13 switchbacks, and enough rocks to build a quarry. Literally a one foot lunge forward on your bike was all one could do in most parts. It was a war. Each in their own battle, working their way to the top. The arrival at the top was met with a view of the upper valley, a long break to recover from the chaos, and a bunch of fluids and protein which would lead us to the next set of filters that would certainly break us down some more.

It seemed like forever, but we finally pushed through all of the obstacles to the pass with exception of the pass itself; a 15,300ft rock garden with an incline that makes me want to cry just thinking about it. One by one, we arrived at the top. Somehow, everyone made it.


I remember Puga asking about the downside of the mountain. He had this idea that it would be "just" a downhill. I chuckled again and informed him that we were not done with the filters. Just because its downhill, doesn't mean it's easy. After a short celebration on the top, our heads were ready to explode from the altitude. Air was light and nothing could get us off that mountain fast enough. Down we went.

The highest altitude area is full of rock. We had to navigate hundreds of steps and drops to bring us down toward the Cuncani Valley. With our tongues hanging out, we pounded down the edge of the canyon. Little by little, the air began to provide more oxygen as we reached the 14,000ft range. It's crazy to think that one would be happy to breath the thin air at that altitude, but when you compare to the pass, we were happy with 14k.

Before long,  the hot springs that awaited our arrival was on the forefront of each of our minds. Cramping arms, legs that no longer wanted to properly stand on the pegs, and minds that were exhausted from the 7 hours of intense concentration were beginning to let each of us know that the day was just about over.


We reached the little community of Cuncani and found a new dirt road that had been cut, which we were happy to use to reach the hot springs. It wasn't long before we found ourselves pulling into the hotel and pool area, ditching our gear and plunging into the steaming mineral water to soothe our hammered bodies.
The ride was something only one could dream about, with the exception of the four of us. It's a privilege to be able to do this. Finishing a day of riding in this manner should always feel this good. I am so stoked to have shared and fought the trail with these guys. I can't wait to try the next impossible!
Stay tuned for the next adventure!




"While at Machu Picchu, one of the seven wonders of the world, Ryan was counting down the days for our dirtbike tour." Todd explained just moments before heading out on the trail.
It's hard to look down upon the Andes as you fly into the Cusco valley, and not have your mind blown with the enormity and vastness of the terrain below the wings. If you are crazy passionate about dirtbikes, it's even more mind blowing to imagine riding it on two wheels. Todd and Ryan joined up with Scott Englund of MotoMission Peru for a custom three day hard enduro ride. The ride catered to their skill levels, journeyed across the type of terrain that the boys wanted to ride, and filled their minds with hundreds of unforgettable images of Peru. Each teetered on the edge of comfort as Scott managed to push them beyond their norms of riding in Colorado.

The official tour video...Check it out!



Toothbrush anyone?

"There is something special about leading a father son duo into the back country." Englund said as he explained how his own father bred a bit of adventure in his own heart. "I get people from every corner of the planet. They are all awesome peeps, but to share this experience with Todd and Ryan, that's a thrill."

Three days of exotic dirtbiking. Beginning at Englund's home, the trail begins just minutes from the garage. "No trailers, you'll see what I am talking about. You won't even have time to warm up before we hit the trail." Englund explained.

What goes on inside of Motomission is nothing short of a dream. Scott has been running MotoMission Peru for a number of years. He is a social entrepreneur who gives 100% of the profits of the business to charity. His family is supported by a number of people and/or businesses who believe in his mission. Sponsors have supported MotoMission with equipment and gear. The marketing arm of the business are happy customers that tell others about the experience and share the included tour video via social media.

Scott does what he loves to do. Riding dirtbikes, exploring new areas, cinematography, adventure, travel, serving others, business...It all fits his lifestyle. You can see it in his smile when he hands over the bike to you at the beginning of the tour.


So many views!

"I've got the coolest gig on the planet!" Englund states. "In my wildest of thoughts, I couldn't have dreamt up a better situation. I live here with my amazing family, all who ride, and I get to do what I love to do, while giving it all away."

It's not all happy and easy.  "It really sucks when you have to haul a bike out of a canyon in backpacks."  recalled Englund of a time when a customer launched a bike off a ledge so steep and deep he couldn't see where the bike had landed.


Good times with Dad!

Todd and Ryan got the full package. Englund was able to lead the men into an unforgettable riding experience like they had never imagined. Beyond tired, they had to make it to the next town for the night. They rode a section that is typically a two day ride, all in the scope of one day and a little bit of night. "My hand is so tired I can't squeeze the clutch anymore."  Ryan said as the cramping in his forearm curled up his hand.

When it comes to an exotic dirt bike adventure, MotoMission Peru has the holeshot.  With countless untouched routes, an epic landscape, and a personable and capable guide, you owe it to yourself to check out this little gem in the Andes.

You can reach Scott at Scott@motomissionperu.com to find out more about tours and riding in the Andes. He is always ready to talk shop!

Also, don't forget to "FOLLOW" this blog if you want to have access to MotoMission Peru's new posts and videos. :applause:



Peru, has an astounding number of riders that will participate in the 2017 Red Bull Romaniacs hard enduro race. The final count is nine riders. Each has a training regimen that consists of various modes of mental and physical preparation as well as a keen focus on building the technical wherewithal that will increase the odds of reaching the finish.

Two days of Romaniacs training on video...Check it out!



One of the hazards...

One of those riders, Joso Fatule, will be a contending force in Romania. Joso is the top hard enduro rider in Peru. He has participated in a Romaniacs before. He knows what he is up against.
Joso asked me if he could come out and do a two day training ride in the Andes around Cusco, Peru. I obliged, as it sounded like a good time, with the exception of the suffering that might come as a result of pushing ourselves beyond our limits. We scheduled a date. It was on!


Just another view...

Joso arrived from Lima on one of the first flights in the morning on day one. We returned to the house, geared up, and headed out with no time to spare. The days ride would take us over a section of trail that has only been crossed on one motorcycle; mine. I knew just how the trail would beat us down.


Yup, we're going down there!

It certainly did. The trail is not impassible. However, after one's body is spent, there will be another 500 more obstacles to overcome. Relentless, physically exhausting, and seemingly no end in sight...It breaks down every bit of will to keep going.

We forced ourselves into finishing. With no overnight gear, we either made it all the way, or chicken out and come back. Onward we pounded up the trail to reach the pass, or abra as we say in Spanish. The drop dead goal of reaching the abra was 3pm. If we couldn't reach it by 3, we would have to head back the way we came to return to the valley floor by nightfall. We arrived with 15 minutes to spare. 


On top of the pass...the view is usually better, trust me!

Over the top and down into the valley on the other side. The views were incredible, and the ride was legendary. Not easy, but memorably fun. Our goal for the night was the Lares Hot Springs. It is a perfect place to finish a hard ride. Hotel, food, gas, and the sweetest hot springs to soak in after a tough ride. Rest for the weary.

The second day would carry us up through another valley via a high speed ride filled with plenty of technical climbs, steep down hills, waterfalls, and views that would blow anyone's mind. We managed to play around in numerous areas where training could be had. Joso attempted to climb a moss covered section of rocks where the water cascaded down, attempted numerous short and technical climbs, side hill turning practice, and dropping off and down various obstacles. The day was very productive in being able to practice a number of varying types of terrain and obstacles that would be faced while in Romania. That was the point...TRAIN!


When it was all said and done, Joso, got on his plane exhausted and a bit more prepared to face a giant. I am honored to be able to help him prepare. Besides, it was a sweet couple of days of riding.


Follow along for a great three day ride!

I often receive the privilege to ride with people from all the corners of the globe. While living in Peru, one thing I notice is that very few Peruvians have ever ridden in the areas around Cusco where I live and ride. So when I get a chance to show some locals(Peruvians) some of the secrets of their country, I try to do it well.



This is what its like to ride in the Andes of Peru...Check it out!

I met up with the boys in the Sacred Valley on the first day. They told me that they wanted to make another attempt at the trail that we rode two years prior, but never even came close to finishing. It really doesn't matter where you are from, if you are a dirt biker and there is an unknown or impossible trail in front of you,  you want to give it a shot...Maybe not everyone is like that, but most that I run with are.

The First Day-The impossible trail

These guys have seen and heard the stories of countless attempts to reach the end of this particular trail. I took a group of some of the best riders from Lima and they fell quite short from the end. I think somewhere in my language, I may have fostered a bit of competition between the guys from Lima and the guys from Arequipa. Sebastian kept asking me if the guys from Lima made it this far. Regardless, I am the only one that has reached the other end of the trail on a dirt bike and neither group has come close. I do look forward to the day when I can cross over and down the other side with another rider or two. Not sure when that will be, but hopefully soon.

We started up the trail like a herd of deer. The route is super fun with every type of obstacle one could imagine, while taking breaks when someone got hung up. That means it was quite often. The trail was dry at first, then the rain came and put a little bit of extra difficulty in the path. Regardless, we all pounded through hundreds of obstacles in the first couple of hours.
The trail is relatively short in distance, but time is another measure. The entire trail to the other end is 18 km or about 13 miles. My guess is that we completed about half before throwing in the towel. The constant struggle to keep your wheels on the ground and your sanity intact is not easy. Regardless, the day was a huge success. Smiles all around. Nobody with broken bones, only a few bike issues that we managed to deal with on the trail, and a bunch of sore fellas for the next day of riding. Day one...SUCCESS!


Just getting started...

Day two was also a trail that would challenge each of us. It was a trail that I have done a number of times, but this time was different. We went the reverse direction. I was sure it would make it more difficult, but how much?

As we started up toward the couple of alpine lakes, we found ourselves exerting a lot more energy than we expected. The toll from the previous day may have had something to do with it. Day two was a loop, so the plan was to reach a certain point of no return and keep on going till we reached the place where we started.

The weather was cooperative, the trail was formidable, and the good times were had by all. Little by little we made our way over and down to the valley, then up and over another to reach our destination. Check out the videos to see what it was like. Be careful, you might want to come down and join me for a ride after seeing the video...Here is my contact info- scott@motomissionperu.com.

The final day on the Cresta overlooking Cusco

With all that said, we finished the day, absolutely smoked. With one more day of riding to go, we made the plan to meet up for the final day. The guys wanted to ride a bit closer to the city of Cusco. I took them to one of my honey holes. The "CRESTA" I call it. The longest ridge ride that one can imagine. Its filled with nearly impossible hill climbs, drop offs, fast rhythmic sections, and views that are mostly missed due to concentrating on the trail in front of your tire. Another perfect day of riding. Finished off with a plate of local cuisine in the small Peruvian town of Ccorrau and said goodbye to my buds. I can't wait until they come back so we can give it another go on that impossible trail.

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Stay tuned for the next one!






The official ride video...Make sure to watch in HD

The day started by waking up in a lavish hotel room at the Aranwa Resort in Urubamba, Peru. I had a couple of hours to eat breakfast, gear up, and drive across the valley to another fine hotel to meet up with Imad.

A month prior, I received an email inquiry about running a one day hard enduro tour. I was available for the dates, so I began discussing the options for the tour. What I found out was that Imad, who lives in Dubai, was vacationing with his wife. He had come up with a brilliant plan to offer a full day at the spa for his wife which in turn allowed him to take advantage of another type of "SPA." Brilliant!

Normally, I begin the tours from our headquarters in Cusco, but in this case, I was able to accommodate by starting at Imad's hotel in Urubamba. This gave me an excuse to bring my entire family to the valley, put them up at a nice hotel complete with all the fixings, and combine it with a one day enduro ride that has kept a smile on my face for days. I hung out with my family when I was at the hotel, then snuck out for a ride with Imad, then returned to spend more time with the family. Perfect!

A couple of happy fellas

I arrived at the Tambo del Inca, one of the finest hotels in Urubamba. I unloaded the bikes, prepped the lunches, warmed everything up, then headed into the lobby to find Imad.
There he was with his happy wife who was about to be pampered for an entire day at the spa. She couldn't have been more happy. Imad was stoked to be able to enjoy Peru on a dirt bike. A win-win in my book!

His wife made sure that I was legitimate. She was a bit concerned about me bringing him back in one piece. She mentioned the fact that there are two young kids who have a special relationship with their dad. I also fit that scenario, so I piped in my story to appease his wife that it was indeed my plan to bring Imad back alive and in good condition.

Within minutes, Imad and I found ourselves mounting up on the two Husqvarna TE 300's. The trail head, just a minute away from the hotel was screaming for us to come try her out.
The trail started out with a daunting strip of tight rock walled single track that resembles a jungle tunnel. It wasn't raining at the time, but it was extremely wet from the rain the night before. Imad pounded out the section with a bit of wonder about whether or not the rest of the day would be similar. I think it scared him a bit. To his pleasant surprise, I explained that it's not all as difficult, but that we would face countless obstacles in the days ride...But not to worry, it would all be worth it.

Just a little rocky section to play around on

We continued to work our way up the canyon with a goal of reaching the lower lake. I figured it would be a worthy goal to reach the lake, have lunch, then work our way back down the valley.
Along the way up, we encountered numerous switchbacks, rock gardens, open meadows, creeks, and many a wet alpaca poop pile. The ride was just what Imad had hoped for.
As a guide, I never know how people will do with the altitude. It can be a butt-kicker for some, and for others, it hardly makes a difference. With Imad, he struggled with it at first, but somehow caught a second wind as we reached the bottom of the last big obstacle before the lake. It was a rocky staircase climb that typically wreaks havoc when its dry, but this time it was soaking wet. We had  our work cut out for us.

Like two mules, we worked up a good lather climbing up each of the rock steps. I made sure to tell Imad that the view would be worth it. Within a few minutes, he had the opportunity to agree with me. The view was just what Imad needed. In fact, he was so stoked about the view that he told me he wanted to try to reach the upper lake. We had plenty of time, so why not?

Taking a break!

The stakes go up on the route between the lakes. The terrain we saw below the first lake was only a warm up. Imad confirmed that he was indeed ready to give it a shot. Atta boy!
The coolest part of the section is a waterfall that cascades down the mountain as the trail goes right through it. Check out the video if you want to see what I mean! We worked our way through the water, up a number of tight rocky switchbacks, and finally through a stand of scary red-barked trees where one would expect to find a creepy murderer with an axe. The ride is so fun that you forget the altitude. Just past the forest was the final climb before the upper lake. Imad was feeling his oats at this point. We crested the top to discover a sight to behold; The upper lake.
It's absolute beauty. It was a perfect place to eat our lunch, take a million pictures and get ready to ride around the side of the lake to an untouched area where a dirt bike has never been. That is always a special treat that I can do for my customers. There are hundreds of places like that which can be explored on my tours.

The upper lake never disappoints...well worth the effort!

A bit of food and drink, then we mounted up and began a fun trials type of terrain complete with granite rock slabs, bright green grass, tons of mud, and views that continued to blow us away. We played around for a good hour until it was time to begin our descent to the bottom of the valley.

Although it is the same trail, it seems like a different valley and route altogether. The downhill is sketchy. It's fast and rhythmic, but there are so many places to find yourself on your face. We experienced a couple of crashes, but coming down provides such a thrill...in fact, it's that type of thrill that keeps me riding. Pure smiles all the way down.

A little ride through a waterfall

We made it back to the hotel with nothing left in our tanks. No gas, nor energy. Completely smoked, but so satisfied! Another typical ride in the Andes of Peru! Make sure to check out the ride video to see what I am talking about. I can't wait to share another one next time around. Stay tuned and make sure to follow the blog so you can see the next post when it comes out.

Until the next one,

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Not sure about you, but for me, there is something refreshing about starting a new year! However, when looking back on 2016, there were tons of great moments! It must be those moments that remind me that the future holds some more incredible adventures and more virgin trails! What's on your riding list for 2017?


WARNING: Watching this may cost you a plane ticket to Peru





Within walking distance to MotoMission headquarters...


This is rainy season...12 months of great riding conditions


Metaphorically speaking, virgin trails are something we all need to seek out. I am not suggesting you rip up any old growth hillside in a national park, but seek out something you have never done before. Stop talking about it and wishing you had made it happen. The world is too full of people that don't "DO."
Whether its racing in the Dakar, Baja 1000, or that ADV ride across Canada, those opportunities will present themselves this year. Don't use safety as an excuse. Don't use money as an excuse. Don't use your job as an excuse. That is what they are...Excuses. People that "DO" don't use excuses.
Practice your "DO" this year. Find something that scares the crap out of you and give it a whirl. In fact, grab your buddies and do it together. Odds are, they are in the same boat.




The area I call the Golf Course...
This past year, I had a group of guys join me on a ride. One of them was a buddy I had grown up with. He rounded up some unsuspecting fellas to join in on a crazy adventure. They came to Peru, one with limited riding experience, and joined me for four days in the back country of Peru. The video(Where the Sidewalk Ends) tells much of the story.



Where The Sidewalk Ends- OFFICIAL TOUR VIDEO


These guys stretched a "DO" muscle. They committed and finished a feat that most would never even try. Now, as they look for another adventure, most likely it will be a bit bigger and more crazy than the first. Start that process of working out your adventure muscle. People don't usually regret adventures.




Bring your cameras!
One option for adventure is to join me in Peru for an exotic ride through the Andes. If you have ever wanted to ride in a cool place that is beyond your usual, this is it. Peru offers virgin trails, no other dirtbikes, and views that never disappoint. I have included a few pics and a video for your viewing pleasure. This is 2017. Make it a good one!


Scott is the owner/operator/guide of MotoMission Peru, a social enterprise in Cusco, Peru that supports local children's projects with 100% of the profits from its operations. Hard enduro is our specialty. We have a turnkey tour with everything you need to enjoy Peru on a dirtbike. Contact Scott if you want more information. Scott@motomissionperu.com


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Ride motos=Make smiles!




Christmas Party at the Altivas Canas Children's project brought to you by MotoMission Peru and our customers.


In my line of work, I run across moto enthusiasts from every corner of the planet. We all share the same passion which helps establish an instant connection. While living in Cusco, Peru, I find that the enduro crowd is quite limited. I can count the number of riders on one hand...That's coming from a city of 600,000 people.


A little trouble getting over the water


Sometimes clients come from closer areas. There is a large dirtbike community in Lima, the capital city of Peru. The population of the city is roughly 10 million people. Dirtbiking is big in Lima! In fact, the local dealers have facilities set up at the ride staging area complete with bike storage, maintenance program, lockers, showers, and any part or accessory you may need for your bike. The mechanics are ready to fix anything at moment's notice, and are happy to get to work as you dump off your dirty bike after a long days ride. It is a sweet setup. Not cheap, but sweet!


Recently, a group of some of the top riders in Peru connected with me to guide them on a tour. I obliged and began the process of preparing for the ride. They told me they wanted to suffer. They had seen some of my videos that I posted to my Youtube channel and Facebook and wanted to take on my gnarliest route. Perfect!


Suffering in Peru


I confirmed that they in fact wanted one of the toughest of my options. I reiterated that I didn't think they would all make it. I explained that it had never been ridden expect by me. I told them it was not very long, but oh so technical. Needless to say it turned them on for the ride! They couldn't wait.
Before they got here, I had the chance to do a little business with the group. As some of you may know, MotoMission Peru is a missional business. Our goal is profit, but with the final focus being on the children's projects we support with 100% of the profits. Because of the nature of how we do things, I made the pricing structure a bit different for this group. The group was large. In fact it was a group of thirteen riders. They each paid a guide fee as well as had another strange requirement.


The guys were given the sizes and ages of two children who are part of the Altivas Canas Children's project. Each rider was required to bring pants and a shirt for two kids. The group was making custom shirts already for each of the guys, so they added the sizes for the kids, purchased the pants, and brought an enormous bag of clothes to make sure each kid had something new to wear. In addition, the entire guide fees were thrown into the mix to purchase school supplies and other essential items for the project.


This is the one they coined Scotty's Staircase


When it was all said and done, the ride was as much as they could handle. A few made it quite far along the trail. Nobody made it to the end. They all had a blast trying to conquer an almost impossible trail, debilitating altitude, and paralyzing fatigue.


They returned home with huge smiles on their faces while leaving behind enough clothes to provide each of the kids a new outfit and a batch of supplies to restock the shelves of the project. Dirtbikers are good folks. It makes no different which part of the world you are from, there is a common theme with riders. They know how to chip in and make a difference. So good to be part of that community!


Misery with a smile


So now you can take a look at the ride. It was nothing short of spectacular. A good buttwhoopin' trail that made a few good men cry. Hope you enjoy the video. Stay tuned for the next one.



Scott Englund is the owner operator of MotoMission Peru. They offer hard enduro tours through the Andes of Peru. 100% of the profits are used to support local social projects. If you are interested in booking a tour or want information about the mission, please contact us at Scott@motomissionperu.com.


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The ride through the eyes of the camera...


I found myself the other day at the base of a trail that quite frankly scared the crap out of me. I straddled my seat, both feet on the ground, motor idling, and my neck looking so far up, the back of my helmet hit the plastic drone case that I had strapped to my body. Video or it didn't happen, right? Well, you're in luck. Keep reading...




The beginning of a perfect trail


I was solo. My buddy Alex was with me for part of the day, but he had a major situation with his business that forced him to peel off. I figured the trail would kick my butt and send me home without reaching the destination. I, however, thought I could at least reach the trailhead, fly the drone up along the side of the mountain to see what I was facing.
Being by myself, I can't take the chances that I would if I were riding with a group. Before you guys give me a hard time about riding solo, let me just say it is a stupid idea. I know that. I do it quite often because I have no other option. I live in a city of 700,000 people and I have one guy that will ride with me when he can. That's my good friend Alex. There are at best, 20 trail worthy dirt bikes in the entire city, and most are only used on an MX track. I ride solo, most of the time. I would rather not, but when I do, I find some crazy things.


Some of the never ending switchbacks


This day was no different. Alex and I ripped through an hour and forty-five minutes of the most rhythmic, flowing, and scenic single track that one could imagine. From Cusco to the Sacred Valley via walking routes and animal paths that peak out at 14k feet down to the valley floor at around 9k. Once there, Alex and I parted ways with the assurance that I would continue with caution and care and let him know that I was safe when I got home. Sounds like my mother!


The afternoon was fading away. It was 2pm as I peered up the enormous mountainside. I could not see the top. It was thousands of feet in elevation above. There would be glaciers. The trail would pass through a number of climates in the next three and half miles. I would have to push my physical limits much further than I could imagine. I couldn't play it safe. I had to give it a go. With the beginning of the trail right in front of me, I started screaming at myself inside my helmet, "Git it Scotty!"


Releasing the clutch and twisting the throttle, I began a journey to a place I should have never gone in the first place. I proceeded. Switchback after switchback, ledge after ledge, I trudged up the side of a monster. Within minutes I was looking down as if from an airplane window, peering onto the valley floor where I had recently commenced.
I was an ace. I was riding like a champ. You guys know what I am talking about. It was my A game I brought with me on this ride. The switchbacks were gnarly, and each one that I railed just boosted my confidence.


I kept telling myself, Just another corner and I will take a break.
My goal was to reach the lake that I found on Google Earth that happens to be at 15,400ft and nestled in a glacier riddled alpine area. I was pretty sure that the trail would be impossible.


I stared at this the whole way up the other side of the canyon


After 30 or so switchbacks and a relentless climb that never went flat for a second, the trail entered a rocky outcropping and into a chute filled with another batch of switchbacks. I thought, I am pretty sure this is the end of the trail.


I came across a sheer downhill section of six switchbacks that I could count by looking almost straight down the hillside. Risky!


I got off the bike, hiked down to make sure it was doable on the down, but also possible to get up as I may have to come back the same way. There certainly were no other trails on this mountainside.


I pumped myself up with some more screaming in my helmet, "You're a badass Scott! You got this!"


Down I lunged with the first tightening of the triceps. Uphill uses other muscles. I was fresh, but scared out of my wits. I had committed and therefore had to continue. Turn after turn, my bike couldn't make the corners without giving me the feeling that the back wheel and fender would push me into the abyss. With not enough space for the front tire to be on the trail below and the back to be on the trail above without a ledge in between, I found myself carefully muscling my aluminum horse down the path. I reached the final turn. The steep rock met me face to face. I managed to wrestle the bike around so it was pointed somewhat in the right direction. Fully committed, I pulled the clutch and began racing down the face of the rock to the dirt trail below. Keep your eyes on the dirt. The ledge that would have swallowed my bike after the 1000 foot tumble would have screwed up my day.


I made it. With my heart racing and my confidence boosted like a rocket, I took a drink of water, a few pictures, and pumped myself up for more. I remember looking back and thinking, I hope I can get up that later. Now let's get to the lake.


I spent a good two hours navigating a three and a half mile trail. I was thrilled to be there. Alone, I couldn't have done it any other way. I am not sure my buddy could have made it up, nor wanted to. It was high risk.


I hammered out another thirty to forty more switchbacks. Exhausted, I reached the height on the side of the mountain that had to be similar to the elevation of the lake. The trail went side hill and relatively the same level for a couple of hundred of yards. The rocks were brutal, but fun. The landscape greeted me with large granite slabs, altitude which turned my 450 into a 250, and a view that one has never seen from the saddle of a dirt bike. I had arrived. The lake stood there waiting for my arrival.




As I reached the vista of the lake, my excitement spiked as I could only imagine the drone shots I would capture from that vantage point. The sun is good, no wind, and about 45 minutes of time before I need to get down the mountain. This is going to be amazing. I love shooting video!


I quickly set up a time lapse to begin running. I then turned my attention the assembling the drone. While hiding myself and my drone backpack from the field of view of the time lapse camera, I began putting the props on the bird. In the minute or so that it took for assembly of the drone, the sun disappeared, the wind picked up, and the sleet began tapping on the side of my helmet. I couldn't believe how fast the weather changed. I could no longer fly. I put it all back in the pack, sealed it up, and began to freeze. It was time to head down the mountain.


I finished up a few things at the top, but couldn't get off the mountain fast enough. With little to no oxygen, a piercing wind, countless small rocks of ice hitting my cheeks through my helmet and goggles, and a bit of fear resurfacing about the gnarly giants I must face on the trail on the return, I began my descent. I still had my confidence. I rode well for a few minutes until I found myself in a sunny and dry calm, just off the high alpine plateau. I don't have much time, but I hauled this drone up here to shoot some vids, I am gonna give it a shot.
I spent the next 15 minutes maximizing my time as a pilot and cinematographer and grabbing some cool images. The task of reaching the bottom before dark was still haunting me, so I packed up things and continued the descent. In what seemed like hundreds of switchbacks, I found myself facing the biggest of the giants. The rock wall that looked at me with daring eyes. It was waiting for me to return.


I gandered at the lines available, chose to hit it hard, reach my rear tire up to a high point on the rock, then high side my bike and let it cling the stone by way of a hooked foot peg and or handlebar.


Perfectly executed! I wasted little energy, caused no damage, and was ready to tackle the next monster. The ride back down to the trail head greeted me with a couple of falls, mostly because of my fatigue and the angle of the downhill switchbacks. I managed to reach the bottom of the trail with everything intact, hardly a drop of energy left, but a smile as wide as the Pacific Ocean.


It was a perfect trail. I could not be more stoked to be able to reach my desired destination. Solo...Yeah, I would have rather shared it with a good riding buddy. I wasn't dealt those cards.


I had this little obstacle in my way...


What I was dealt was a winning hand. An amazing day with an amazing ride. I made it to the lake, busted out some new trails, and learned a lot about how to handle difficulty and fear. I made it home to be greeted with a hug from my wife and kids... the makings of a perfect day!


The reason for testing out the route is that in one month, a group of some of the best riders in Peru will be joining me on a ride. I believe this is exactly what they want. Something so close to impossible. I cannot wait to share my new riding spot with the guys.


Until next time, keep testing the impossible,




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The official tour video...feel free to share it with your riding buddies!


I have the privilege of surrounding myself with various levels of dirt riders from all corners of the globe. There is one thing that never gets exhausting for me...Pushing people deeper into a passion for dirt biking.


Please enjoy this helmet cam riding video full of awesome trails & scenery from a recent tour in the Andes of Peru.



A worthy reward!


I recently finished up with a two day ride that took us into some incredible places. Curt was the name of my customer. He and I quickly hit it off. We both shared a lots of years of moto stories and crazy experiences. Curt has been around the block with dirtbikes. He has been racing for a lot of years, in a lot of areas, and knows a lot of people in the moto world. I never know what my customers will be like once we hit the trail.


I was pleasantly surprised. Curt was no spring chicken. He was one of those guys that appeared to be ten years younger than his actual age. He rode like a beast, had the endurance of a mule, and was always happy as a clam.


Curt and I started on a rhythmic ridgeline trail above the city of Cusco which finished a few hours later in Chinchero. We each consumed a half of a pollo a la brasa (rotisserie chicken-Peruvian style) for lunch , then finished off the day with an epic Inca trail leading down to the Sacred Valley and the Urubamba river below. The ride is just plain fun. With views spread throughout the length of the route, we took plenty of pictures and shared numbers of stories. The first day was perfect.


The landscape behind the Sacred Valley


Day two began with a world class trail that leads to an exotic location that only a hand full of people have ever seen from the seat of a motorcycle. All of them have been with me. Nobody else would have ever known to ride this trail. Leave it to MotoMission to take you places like this.


The trail is not easy. It has its parts of rhythm and flow, but there are sections of rock stairs, loose bowling ball size rock, and switchbacks that sneak up and try to throw you off the route. Curt pounded through each obstacle with fervor. He impressed the heck out of me.
Our goal was to reach a high mountain lake, eat a snack, then bomb down the same trail we had just climbed an hour before. When we reached the lake, I was surprised by Curts reaction.


No apologies for the views!


He glared out over the alpine lake, wind blowing off the water and into his face. With tears welling up and into his eyes, he turned and looked at me. He was in the midst of receiving his reward for the strugglesome ride, the physical exhaustion, and the hoards of fear he had to overcome to reach the prize. He made it.


A couple of content fellas


"Scott? Can I have a hug?" Curt asked with his arms spread wide. "I cannot thank you enough."
I must admit, normally I get a high five or a fist bump. This time it was a deep hearted bro hug from an emotionally stirred enduro rider who had just upped the ante on the best riding day of his life. My goal...Reached!


To say it was a great ride would be an understatement. Curt was smiling from ear to ear all the way back to headquarters. His deep passion for motos grew as a result of our two days of activities. That is what I call a successful tour.
I cannot wait to do it again.


Scott Englund is the owner/guide of MotoMission Peru. The goal of Motomission Peru is to share our backyard with other dirtbike enthusiast that want an exotic enduro adventure in the Andes of Peru, South America. Our operation is a social enterprise which gives 100% of its profits back to the community in the form of financial support for a number of projects helping children and families. If you are interested in booking your next riding adventure with MotoMission, please contact Scott at scott@motomissionperu.com


Pain vs Gain




Jamie and Scott at the beginning of the adventure...Ready to roll!



The official tour video...Check out the ride!


I picked up Jamie at the airport. He was unfamiliar as I had never seen a picture nor had much else to go on but instinct. I do have some life experience in stereotyping people, so I mustered up my best and started from there.
A new batch of people began pouring out of the airport exit. It must have been his flight. What would he look like? I knew he was Canadian. I knew he was in his twenties. I knew he was an avid dirtbiker. He was traveling alone. I must say that it was not hard to pick out the tall, long haired guy with a Troy Lee Designs moto hat and a backpack with the Canadian flag proudly flopping side to side.blogentry-117626-0-38959700-1467236805.jpg


On top of the pass and taking in another view


I waved him down, and the journey began. Jamie checked into his hotel, received a little tour of the downtown area of Cusco, then spent a couple of days acclimating to the altitude.
Day one of the ride came. I picked up Jamie and headed to the international headquarters of MotoMission (better known as my house). We carefully packed for a four day journey through the back country of Peru. One certainly does not want to leave anything out, but the pack seems to fill too quickly.blogentry-117626-0-33966900-1467236501.jpg


They said we couldn't make it


Jamie had taken a hard crash just a few days before his arrival in Peru. He was back home goofing around doing wheelies and forgot to cover his brake and went down hard enough to where he walked with a heavy limp. He must have been in pain as he made mention about lightening up the planned ride from a super hard enduro to something more manageable just so he could see how he could manage the pain.


Taking a little breather


There is something that intrigues me about priorities and pain. I watch the pro motocross series and see those guys ride with major injuries. Four weeks out on broken bones, crushed vertabrae, punctured lungs; I cannot imagine the pain. What I can imagine and relate with, is the absolute thrill that we receive when we throw our leg over a motorcycle. That is what pushes us to keep on going despite the pain. We prioritize the elements of our lives in such a way to receive the most value. Pain lowers the value, but the thrill of ripping through the Andes was enough for Jamie to push forward.
I was able to modify the route a bit. The first day was tough for Jamie and a bit too much foot work. Day two, we ended up riding all the way to the jungle and back into the Andes. It was a lot of dirt road, but it gave Jamie a good break from the hard enduro.
Day three was an exploratory day. Jamie was feeling good, and kept pushing forward while we found and explored numerous virgin trails. We rode for an entire day on new stuff. Even I had not even run the trails. Pure exploration! What a thrill.
Check out the video for a good run down of the tour. I like to put together a video of each adventure. It's a great way to show people about riding in Peru. And if that isn't enough, make sure you subscribe to our YouTube Channel at MotoMission Peru Dirtbike Adventures. There are a ton of cool ride vids on there.


A happy fella!


As we pounded out four full days of riding, I had some solid helmet time to think. That is where the pondering of our ride priorities idea hit me. I began to think about the times that I have ridden with a messed up back, knee, or elbow. I thought about the times in my life where I played baseball with a foot cast or my hand wrapped up for my opening tennis match of the season. We tend to have a little bit more in the "tank" so to speak, when a fun time is at stake.
Riding a dirtbike is certainly one of those activities that many people love to do so much so that we overcome pain and discomfort for the thrill of the ride. I see it every Saturday in the ranks of the pros. I see it when I ride with my buddies. I saw it with Jamie. I know that I am involved in a special kind of sport when people are so willing to throw their leg over a bike. Makes me appreciate the times when the wheels are turning.
Until the next one...


My Backyard-an official tour video of MotoMission Peru


I remember when I first became hooked on dirt bikes. It was during a ride with Barry, one of my growin' up buddies. I rode his brothers Honda XR80 as I did my best to keep up. I recall being so far out of my comfort zone and the blood rushing thrill of that first ride. It didn't take long for the moto fire to start burning. In fact, I bought that bike. I paid $100 of which most was lunch money that I had saved by fasting. Ahhh, that feeling of a new passion...



Nacho feeling his inner peace...


And so it was with Nacho, my new moto pal. Just six months ago, he took his first lesson. He told himself that he needed to give dirt bikes a try for five lessons. If he liked it after that, he would give himself permission to buy a new bike.


Nacho bought his bike and the adventure continued. He lives in Lima, the capital of Peru. They have some great riding there, but it does not compare to the majestic routes through the back country of the Andes. Lima is on the coast. They have amazing dunes and coastal mountains, but it ain't no Cusco! There is a big dirt bike community there. Due to a couple of mutual friends, Nacho found out about MotoMission and decided that he wanted to see some of his country that most from Lima never get a chance to see...The Andes in the Cusco region.


It's always exciting to head out on another adventure


We coordinated the dates and the rest of the details. Nacho wanted something fun, but not super extreme. I had just the idea...The Golf Course is what I call it. It's a landscape like dunes, but if you can imagine that the dunes were made of short and smooth grass. Ups and downs, some steep some not. Total freedom to ride without a trail and an area so big you don't do the same line twice. It's a paradise for any dirt bike lover, even the new ones like Nacho.


We rode till our arms were ready to fall off. A million smiles and pictures. Nacho was exposed to another world. His passion reached a whole new realm.
I find it a privilege to douse the moto passion flame of another with a bucket of 98 octane fuel. It thrills me to no end. Every time I go out on a tour, one of my goals is to make sure that each client loves dirt bikes more after being out with MotoMission. It's one of the ways I measure success.


The views never stop


As you all head out on your next ride, I would like to challenge you to make it a point to build up the passions of others. Share some knowledge with a young rider. Stop and help another rider on the trail. Take out different riders with you to your favorite riding spot. Bring new people into the sport. Make it enjoyable for them and you might find another riding buddy in the near future. I can't wait to see where Nacho's passion takes him in the next year!


A happy camper!


If you are interested in taking your passion for adventure to a new level, consider joining me for a mind bending enduro tour through the Andes of Peru. Space is limited, but there are many dates available in the coming months. Message me through Thumpertalk or email me at Scott@motomissionperu.com. I am always looking for another riding partner.
Until next time, stay on the gas!




I am spoiled! There is no other way to explain it. A few weeks ago, I took out a young fella on a dirtbike adventure through the Andes of Peru; Four days of enduro bliss. We took a million pictures, played around with different video angles, and rode our butts off. Did I mention it was a legendary ride? I consider it a privilege to take out clients on tours. I "get" to come along. Of course, I am the guide and have some responsibilities, but really, it's just a
couple of buddies going on a ride.


Ready for four days of enduro bliss


Here is the official tour video of our four day enduro adventure


Daniel and I connected right away. He 's a super cool dude that loves dirtbikes. Nothing else needs to be in common to enjoy the heck out of each other. I had a four day schedule loosely lined up. At least the end points for each day.


I never know how people are going to respond to the altitude. I also never know the level of each rider. I have had the whole spectrum of riders. Some claim their professional status and ride like they have had a couple of months under their belts. I have also had the bashful ones that timidly tell me that they are "an OK rider" and then rip out of sight as I mess my pants trying to catch up. I have a test hill just behind my house that connects to thousands of miles of trails. I use it as a filter. Those that make it up without any problems have an open slate as to what trails we can ride. Daniel made it up without any trouble. Sweet. No limits!


So many photo ops!


Our first day was mostly a ridgeline above the city of Cusco. It's hard to imagine a ridge that goes for so long and with such a fun single track running along the crest, but this is one of my favorite trails. This trail alone is sufficient for a day's ride. It's challenging, the views are ridiculous, and it's as fun as riding dirtbikes can be. We finished the day, smoked tired, in a little town called Ollantaytambo.


Epic Trails for Days!


Day two took us through an incredible couple of valleys. One going up to the pass, the other from the pass to our destination. The route was filled with rhythmic windy single track, mud bogs, rock gardens, and views forever. We also met up with a local family and hung out for a bit. The first part of the day was perfect. One cannot enjoy dirtbikes much more than we did.


We arrived at our destination in the afternoon. We grabbed a bite to eat, rested a bit, then went out to explore a new trail. When I say a new trail, it needs to be understood that it has never had a motorcycle on it before. That is part of the thrill of riding here in Peru. There are hundreds of trails that have never been crossed by a motorcycle.


Daniel and I found another honey hole. This trail took us deep into a picturesque valley. We ended up near a small group of homes with a number of curious kids to help guide us through the maze of rock fences and farms. These kids were so fun. Their faces showed their excitement to have a couple of crazy Gringos doing trials over any obstacle they suggested we try to conquer. They ran alongside at breakneck speed trying to help us at the next turn in the trail. Daniel and I had a blast with these kids. Daniel brought along a handful of pens to give out. They certainly enjoyed the pens, but also enjoyed the moto show as we traped up the gnarly goat trails behind their houses. It was fun for all!


A happy fella and a great place to take a break


We returned back to the Lares Hot Springs for dinner and a good couple of hours of soaking our tired bodies before calling it a night. We had so much fun exploring the new trail with the kids, that we decided that we would go back the next day.


Day three was something out of a dirtbike fantasy movie. We headed back up the valley, found the main route that continued to the Sacred Valley of the Incas, and began our way up toward the top edge of the valley. The route was a mule trail. Supplies are packed in via mules to provide the necessary items for the families that live along the way. This takes the definition of rural to a new level.


The trail was a challenging mix of single track anywhere from 10-20 inches wide. The ledges one either side went from a gradual slope to a sheer cliff. The obstacles that lay in the middle of the trail were a combination of steep climbs, VW sized boulders, gardens of granite, creeks, mud, and sometimes all of these obstacles were fused together in the same location to create an almost impossible crossing. It was so good. We gladly suffered. The views were worth every bit of soreness we would feel for the week following.


We reached our limit. Our energy tanks were empty, and we headed back to the hot springs for dinner and a soaking. Day three was epic!
We headed out in the morning on the fourth day towards the town of Yanahuara in the Sacred Valley of the Incas. The length of the ride was not too long, but that does not mean it wasn't a long ride. To reach the pass, we found ourselves lifting up fallen bikes, picking gravel out of our gear from the numerous get-offs, and upon reaching the highest point in the day, found ourselves getting pelted by large hailstones finding any bare skin we might have had showing. The views were incredible up to the point where we entered the clouds. We spent only a brief moment on top of the pass, then headed down to warmer and dryer ground. From the pass at 15000 feet and some change, we headed down to the valley at about 8000 feet with no uphill. With our triceps burning and grinning from ear to ear, we reached the valley, ate a hearty lunch, then geared up for the final part of the route that would take us back to Cusco.


From Yanahuara, we climbed up a technical downhill mountain bike path. That brought us to the town of Maras, where we crossed over some beautiful farmland near Chinchero and then onto the last section before dropping into the Cusco valley. We made it almost all the way back before either of us had a notable get off. Daniel looped out on a steep climb and tested out the strength of his helmet. He was fine, just a little shaken up. We arrived back in Cusco just before dark, thrilled to have finished the route.


Life Lesson-Be grateful for your next flat tire...


There were a ton of details that I left out. There is no way to describe the thrill of ripping up a virgin trail in the Andes of South America. There is no way to explain the vividness of the colors as we gazed across the valley. There is no way to share the feelings that we experienced as we stretched our moto limits on the edge of the canyon. I can just say that doing it is the best option. Daniel joined the club of the few that will ever have the opportunity to ride hard enduro here in the Cusco region of Peru.
We managed to take a ton of video and pictures while on our ride. The final video, called Pure Grin is complete and will give you a good idea of what it's like to ride in Peru. Please feel free to watch and share with your buddies. If you want to join the club with Daniel and I and the few others that have experienced MotoMission Peru, just me a message. I would love to put together a life altering moto adventure for you and your buddies. You can message me through Thumpertalk or via Scott@motomissionperu.com. You can also visit the website at www.motomissionperu.com. There are also a bunch more MotoMission tour videos out on the YouTube channel at MotoMission Peru Dirtbike Adventures.


Reaching the Pass is always a challenge, but always a thrill.


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Until the next time, keep the wheels down!




I have an upcoming tour in a few days; A guy from southern California coming down for a 4 day hard enduro excursion. This guy sounds like a really good rider. I can feel them out with any number of questions and bike talk. I am not sure what he said that gave me the impression, but I feel pretty confident that he will be able to ride anything I put under his knobbies.


Here is a little promo vid to show you what its like to ride here!


Riding in the back country of Peru affords many a view!


For me, there is also another element. I need to love what I do. I need to be able to enjoy each customer I take into the back country. I need to have excitement in my riding as well. Having an adventurous client is like riding on a new tire; gripping!


I have the route already planned out. Well, sort of. It consists of starting and ending points. However, the options to reach those places are numerous. In fact, there are hundreds of trails that I have not explored. This guy told me that he is down with trying out some new things. He just wants a crazy enduro adventure. The word FREEDOM comes to mind.
Exploring leads you to places like this!


This guy wants to explore. I get so giddy when I have the opportunity to check out new trails. Normally it entails me packing up my gear and heading out alone. There aren't many other riders around or they only have a few hours each week where they can ride. SO, when a customer is willing to explore, I take full advantage. It never disappoints!


Some of you may live in areas where a lot of trail restrictions and government regulations limit your riding options. I have lived that life. However, here in Peru, there ain't no stinkin' rules! Riding here is full of freedom. First of all, there is no dirtbike traffic. I have yet to run across another dirtbiker on the trail. We don't have designated areas to ride. We have a few places where riding is not recommended(by me), but the majority of the landscape is open. Of course we have to respect Mama Nature and not tear up her yard, but it is free to roam. 300 miles in any direction and I can find a perfect mix of any type of riding imaginable. The freedom of dunes, single track mountain riding, gnarly ridges on top of everything, woods, golf course like moto playgrounds , challenging water obstacles, and rock gardens all with a billion views that you might find on the Discovery Channel; that's my backyard.


Needless to say, I am quite excited to go out on my next excursion. Four days of enduro bliss. The freedom of riding with only two people, the thrill of trying out new trails, the exhilaration of coming over the ridge to find a view that begs one to reach for a camera. That's where I will be next week.
First ever dirt bike tracks on this one!


I will give you a ride report on the next blog post. Stay tuned to see how it goes.
Keep the rubber side down!




By the way, if anyone out there in TT land is interested in riding in Peru, give me a ring or send me a message. Motomission Peru is operating as a social enterprise hard enduro tour operation. All the profits go to support the Altivas Canas Children's project on the outskirts of Cusco. When you ride with us, it supports the kids. Round up your buddy's and come down for an adventure!


His eyes came alive as he scooted over next to me to show me a video on his phone. The broken screen made it a bit hard to see, but as the video played, I realized the deep rooted passion that Gabriel has for motorcycles.



It was a short video of Gabriel straddling his KTM 2 stroke, his two year old boy in front with arms stretched out as far as they could go, gripping the throttle. With each twist of the grip, the motor wound up to a speaker blowing volume while the little guy grinned a face filled with joy. The video was certainly something you might see on a viral video thread. The little guys face was something to see. However, there was another element that made itself known to me.





Celebrating as we made it to the top...

The passion that Gabriel has for motorcycles is being passed on to his little boy. Gabriel continued to show me pics and other vids that had his little guy in every form of two wheeled bliss. From a strider bike in a skateboard park to the little tyke making moto sound effects as he worked with his dad in the shop, this little boy was all about motos.




One of the many photos...

Gabriel's eyes lit up as he talked about his little man. As I spent more time with this fellow, his passion for motos came right out into the clear. The reason his boy is so into bikes is because his father breathes it.


I received a Facebook message a few weeks back. It was a message from Gabriel. He had found our FB page and wanted to find out about the details of a hard enduro tour. He had already purchased his airfare. He came across one of those super good plane fares and decided to bring the family down to Peru for a vacation. While in Peru, he thought, he ought to ride dirtbikes. He was able to get away for a one day ride, although he would have done more if he could.


I worked through the details with him. He brought a bunch of his own gear. I outfitted him with the rest. We got an early start as he wanted to ride till he had no more in his tank(Energy, that is). Outfitted with four GoPros and enough batteries for a week, Camelbacks, and rain gear, we headed out from the house. I happen to have the Andes literally in my backyard. We rode from the house and out through some trails to get Gabriel used to the bike before we hit the gnarly fun stuff.
It didn't take long. This guy was comfortable on a bike. I am pretty sure that any bike would have been fine as long as it had two wheels and a motor that worked. In this case, we had a couple of Honda CRF 450x's.




A couple of happy riders

As I kept checking behind to see if Gabriel was there, he was often found right on my back wheel. I love it when I have a tour with a good rider. It makes for a thrilling day for me. It was just the two of us so we had nothing but flexibility. I have a plethora of trail options that would satisfy any rider. From super hard enduro, to rhythmic single track, to open grass mountain freeride, we hit it all.


Gabriel is from Costa Rica. He doesn't exactly live high up in the mountains. Riding in the Andes was a challenge, but he handled it quite well. We played around on the bikes until lunch was calling. We headed back down the mountain to a nice restaurant to fill our bellies with some fine Peruvian cuisine. There, we discussed the afternoon. He wanted to see more.


I have a "honey hole" of a trail that consists of a long ridge ride above the city of Cusco. On one side is the Cusco valley. On the other side, the Andes go down and up hundreds of time all the way to the Amazon Jungle. The views are breathtaking, but then again, that might be the altitude talking. Regardless, it is what enduro riders dream of. Gabriel was no exception. We took turns leading. That way I was able to get some great video shots in order to put together a cool ride movie for him to show his friends back in Costa Rica.


The day came to an end. We were both smoked tired, the sun was beginning to settle behind the mountains, and dinner was beckoning a call. The ride was over.




On the edge of the Sacred Valley of the Inkas

We made it back to the house, grinning from ear to ear. I took Gabriel back to his hotel, we copied each others photos and videos, and gave each other a big handshake and bro hug. It was a mutual feeling of satisfaction. He had just experienced an enduro ride of a lifetime. I wouldn't be surprised if Gabriel comes back with a couple of his buddies. For me, I get a special thrill firming up the moto passion of a fellow rider. I cannot wait till the next one!




Finishing off the day above the Cusco Valley...all smiles!

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Somebody Help Me!


A few years back, I heard about a trail that went from an obscure little draw in the Sacred Valley of the Incas to a place called Lares. If you have ever been to either one of these places, you would know that the description is quite vague. That is how things work here in Peru. In fact, asking for directions is like using a wagging tail on an excited dog to determine your future.



This is a little taste of Cusco on a dirt bike!


My first attempt at this trail was solo. I am really the only guy around that is riding enduro. It may sound crazy to you, but to put it in perspective, let me give you an example. I live in a city with 600,000 people. There are about 50 to 60 that have dirtbikes, and most of those never leave the MX track. The motorcycle dealerships don't carry off-road bikes because there is no market. The Yamaha dealer once told me that it had been 12 years since they sold a YZ250. Basically, there is nobody riding or exploring the hundreds of trail options within minutes from my garage.blogentry-117626-0-12598000-1452698037.jpg
A typical Andean rock garden...Oh so fun!


Solo I was. Looking for the trail head to Lares. I was in an area where I thought the trail might begin. I asked the locals about the starting point. I received the common answers over and over. "Mas arriba" while they all pointed in different directions. One thing I have learned is to continue asking until you receive three of the same responses. Only then, do you have a fighting chance.blogentry-117626-0-90460200-1452698084.jpg
Glaciers start at about 19000ft(5790 meters)


There are two standard responses here in Peru when inquiring about places and/or directions. The first is always , "mas arriba" which translates to a little further up. It means that the person giving the directions has no clue about what you are asking. However, they always say it with such confidence, it is extremely hard to disregard the information.blogentry-117626-0-74189300-1452698232.jpg
This place is a smile factory


The second standard response begins when they look you over as you stand there in your riding gear next to your bike. To the locals, they see that as an 18 wheeler cargo carrying truck. They have no clue what a race ready 450 can do. In the typical Peruvian style finger swag that begins by pointing to the sky and finishes with a side to side waive of the pointer finger, they give you the words , "no hay paso." This translates to, "you ain't makin' it buddy!"blogentry-117626-0-66166100-1452698143.jpg
This is a common view...Only in the Andes!


Time and time again, I have experienced this situation. Now, when I get the finger wave and the "no hay paso," I get excited because that means there is a legendary trail in my future.
I finally rounded up enough intel to point me in the right direction. The best information came from a 9 year old boy who was pushing about 20 sheep up the road with a twig and his dog. He told me that the trail started at the end of the road. "Just keep going." He explained. He also told me that he lived in one of the communities up the trail.
Then, the finger wave came to light. After he told me where the trail was, he then proceeded to tell me that the route was not passable. I inquired about why he thought I couldn't make it. The boy pointed out that there were rocks, big climbs, river crossings, and lots of mud. Everything a dirtbiker dreams of, this boy was describing. I verified if it was prohibited to ride on the trail, my regulated American side, I guess. He didn't understand why I was asking as there is hardly anything prohibited in Peru when it comes to life in the mountains.blogentry-117626-0-11043700-1452698196.jpg
Riding up this valley is no walk in the park!


I asked for permission to ride the trail. Not sure why I thought the 9 year old was the authority, but I did it anyway. He smiled as if to tell me with his sarcastic grin that I didn't stand a chance. He's challenging me!
I began ripping up the trail. It was five out of five stars. Just like the kid said. Rocks, climbs, mud, water. But the views, he never mentioned. I was in a euphoria of motociclismo! Enduro could not get better than this.blogentry-117626-0-93195900-1452698284.jpg
I made it to the top of one of the many waterfalls


I continued for miles. I arrived at a small community of five or six houses where I was sure the little boy lived. There was a man working near the trail as I entered the area. I stopped and chatted with him. He was surprised to see a motorcycle. He told me that he had never seen a moto near his house. Most likely, I was the first. That is how things work in Peru. There is no dirtbike competition for the thousands of miles of trails. The man also confirmed that the trail would lead me to Lares.
After my short chat, I shook his hand and headed up the canyon ledge toward my destination. The trail was not easy. In fact, it was as much as I could handle. Riding solo is not a good idea. Without another rider to help through the rough spots, one is limited. I managed to work my way up past a couple of waterfalls, enormous rocky stair step sections, and through pristine valleys.
I reached the point where I was exhausted. I had a tiny bit of energy left, but only enough to get home. I came up to another grueling climb next to a waterfall. The traction looked good, but the switchbacks on the rock ledge were so tight I didn't want to risk it alone. I parked the bike and hiked to the top of the waterfall to take in the view of a lush high valley filled with grazing alpacas and glacier capped Andes.
Not today...I promised my wife I wouldn't take unnecessary risks when I am exploring alone. I will get it another day!
I made my way back down the trail to the Sacred Valley. I passed the little boy just below the community where he lived. I talked a bit and explained how far I went. He knew exactly where I turned back. He told me that the trail from the top of the waterfall to Lares is all flat or downhill. If I could make it to the top of the waterfall, I could make it to Lares.blogentry-117626-0-51517200-1452697904.jpg
I never get tired of the views...
I enjoyed every bit of the trail. Up and back...it was perfect. The views, the terrain, the single track were more than I expected. I failed to reach Lares, but I reached something. I left a little bit of meat on the bone, so to speak. I have to come back here to finish this route! Somebody come down here and join me. I have too many trails to explore!


For information about riding with Scott and MotoMission Peru, email to Scott@motomissionperu.com or message me through TT. Tours are private, high class, and extremely exotic. Contact MotoMission for your next international riding excursion. You won't be disappointed!


Mangos at the Bottom


Tough ride, but the view was worth it
I try to explain the grandeur of the Andes in various forms of writing and I still feel inadequate to accurately describe what these mountains do to my mind. Prospective customers ask all sorts of questions. How will the altitude affect me? or what will the weather be like on the tour? It doesn't really work like that. Predicting the weather here is like taking as stab at who's going to win the Supercross series in 2027.




This is Peru!
When one deals with altitudes like we have here in Peru, all bets are off. The weather system at the bottom of the mountain is one thing. The climate at the top is another. Two valleys over and the same altitude might produce even yet another microclimate. Cloud cover can bring bitter cold temperatures in an instant, while the sun shining on your helmet will nearly cook your skull. As the altitude plays tricks on your body, so does the weather and climate. Is it possibly for summer to be the cold months and winter to have the best weather? Yup! As we say here, "This is Peru!"




The rock was this big!
Valleys of 8,000 feet rise up to 16,000. Growing mangos at the bottom and potatoes at the top. Well, maybe not at the top...nothing grows there! From jungle to treeline and beyond, the landscape of the Andes intrigues.
As for planning a hard enduro adventure in Peru, come prepared for everything under the sun. But then again, isn't that what the term enduro adventure is about? Tackling whatever comes your way and making sure you get to the end of the trail.




Only 4600 meters(that's about 15,300ft)
On a recent tour with a couple of fellas from Europe, we enjoyed it all. Dry to wet, low to high, rocky to smooth, steep to flat. The Andes have it all within minutes. That's why I ride here. If I ever start taking this for granted, somebody punch me!



Here is an idea of what its like to ride in the Andes
Check out some of these pics and videos from past rides. They will give you an idea what Peru is like.
Let us know when you are ready to ride the Andes, If you are interested in joining MotoMission on an enduro adventure in these incredible mountains, send us an email at scott@motomissionperu.com or message me through TT. Feel free to check out our YouTube Channel at MotoMission Peru Dirtbike Adventures and our website at www.motomissionperu.com.


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People often ask me about what I do. I find myself explaining the process over and over again. To this point, telling the story hasn't gotten old or boring, it just energizes me and reaffirms my passions and focus. This truly is a motorcycle blog. My goal for this post is to share a business model that uses my favorite hobbie, dirtbikes, to make a difference in the life of a child. Bear with me as I give you the details. You can watch the video and get a full rundown if you are the type that wants the visual, but the business model will certainly inspire those that like that kind of thing.



A commercial about how we combine motos with a great social project


At about 1:30 each afternoon, a gaggle of kids begin to show up at the "club." School has just finished and before they go home, they have a daily appointment with Quintina.
About 13 years ago, the Altivas Canas Children's Project started. Quintina was a single mother with 3 kids at home. She couldn't work outside the home because she had to raise her children. It's a common struggle with single mothers. No different in Peru.



A little video highlighting the mission of Altivas Canas


She found herself waking up each morning dealing with the familial dilemma. However, there is something different about Quintina. She began to develop a way out of her predicament. She started knocking on doors in her neighborhood and found a bunch of other single moms, just like her, that were in the same situation. She came up with the concept of an afterschool program where she would open her home to the neighborhood kids with single moms. The kids would come to her house and before they would return to their respective homes in the evening, Quintina would make sure the kids finish all of their homework, burn out some energy in a healthy and loving environment, and eat a nutritious meal, most likely the only decent food they would eat all day.blogentry-117626-0-33059100-1445372971.jpg
Hangin' with some of my little buddies on the roof of the project
While the kids are off at school in the beginning of the day and at the club in the afternoon, the mothers are free to find full time work. Not only can the mothers earn a living to support their families, they also get the emotional satisfaction and esteem boost of being able to meet the needs of their kids. Quintina put this whole project together. She gets things done...That is why I work with her. I love the grass roots nature of her project. I love her heart and passion for each kid that passes through her doors. I love the humble and meek person that she is to work so hard for so many years just to make a difference in others.
If you want to win, you need to have a good team. I chose Quintina because she is a winner. I am an entrepreneur and business guy. I look at things through the eyes of an investor. I see Quintina as a sound and profitable place to invest resources. She is transparent, works hard, and is a good steward with whatever she has to work with.
MotoMission is a social enterprise that is designed to operate like any business, to provide a product or service to generate a profit. We operate high end dirtbike tours through the Andes of Peru. It's the most incredible place to ride, the trails are endless, and the experience is mind-blowing. We use well maintained professional equipment. We provide an exotic tour just exactly as I would want as a hard core enduro rider.blogentry-117626-0-43357100-1445430637.jpg
Kids working on homework
The platform of the business is to use 100% of the profits to fund an endowment that will pay for the monthly expenses of the children's project indefinitely into the future. Up to a few months ago, my family has been operating another social enterprise called The Meeting Place Cafe restaurant in downtown Cusco, Peru. The cafe has been providing the monthly needs for The Altivas Canas Project for a number of years now. While it sounds like a great program, the restaurant is not sustainable. It could potentially go out of business. Having an endowment is the long term sustainable solution to provide the needed resources 20 or 50 or more years into the future.blogentry-117626-0-26506300-1445430727.jpg
Enjoying a meal with the little ones
MotoMission is at the starting gate of funding the endowment. Through the generosity of many people, the fleet is ready for business. People like Craig at Western Power Sports/Fly Racing have been instrumental in making this business work. The customers that have paid for tours up to this point have all contributed to the mission as well. So many thanks to so many people.
I know this is not a high energy write up about a motorcycle tour in Peru. However, it is a wild motorcycle business adventure. The reason that this blog exists is to tell dirtbike related stories about Peru. If you want to be part of one of our stories, join up with us on a ride. You will see firsthand what I am talking about. The riding is world class. Then, to top it all off, you are contributing to an amazing project that supports the lives of a number of children and single mothers.
Yovana, one of the staff, and her little one at the project


I am going to put it out there that in order to fully fund the endowment, we need to book more tours. If you have ever thought about getting your riding buddies together for that "big" ride, this is it. Also, there are many of you out there with products or gear that we may be able to use. We put our bikes and gear through a lot of abuse. If you have a good connection to a product or gear that we could potentially use, please let me know. This whole business model is a team effort. We would love to have you on team. Follow this blog, share it to your Facebook pages, pass the word. It all helps to expand our reach.
I look forward to joining you on a ride in Peru!
Scott Englund
MotoMission Peru
If you want to see some of our ride videos, check out our Youtube page at MotoMission Peru Dirtbike Adventures. Also visit our website at www.motomissionperu.com to find more information about our tours and mission.


Step Into My Office


The Andes mountains of South America are my workplace. There is no better area in the world to ride dirtbikes. I have been operating tours and exploring the areas around the city for a number of years, and to no avail, am nowhere near reaching the end of each trail that has been discovered. I build a new list each time I operate a tour. In fact, the last tour included a number of brand new trails that had never been explored. While riding those newly charted routes, gazing across the canyon produced another five or six new trail options. I cannot imagine ever being able to put my tires on all of the potential trails. Don't get me wrong, I will certainly give it a go.


Step into my "office." Its good therapy!


The "Office"


I would consider myself a therapist. My medicine is what many people need. You leave my "office" with a whole new attitude, feeling content, and a renewed passion for the sport. My "office" is inviting. The mountains are enormous. From my house in Cusco at 11,000 feet, I can reach the closest mountain top at 14,300 feet in only 15 minutes. Life is full of ups and downs, but in my office, being in the deepest of valley produces the same enjoyment as the highest peaks. Its all good! I am trying to sound like a therapist here... Ridge to valley and back. Single track for days. You will never see another moto on these routes. That's my office! Is this the type of therapy you need?
A happy customer


If you are interested in a moto-therapy session,come to Peru. Joining MotoMission for an enduro ride will leave you feeling like a new person, This place is incredible. I would love you show you around. Also, keep in mind, that 100% of the proceeds from Motomission go to charity. I don't keep a penny of it. I do this as a volunteer entrepreneur. If you want to hear more about that, stay tuned for future blog posts. I will explain our business model in the future.
Ryan enjoying a good therapy session


Let the video do the talking. This tour just took place about a week ago. This guy was a solid rider. He jumped on and within a short time, he was ripping up the trail with a huge smile on his face. "Best views I have ever seen on a trail" is what Ryan had to say about the experience...therapeutic!


It was a spoiler...How will he ever go back and look at mountains the same way again? How will he ever ride a trail with government restrictions now that he has experienced the freedom that Peru offers? How will he ever be able to share a trail with other riders again? Completely spoiled...my office awaits.
Crossing a 15K foot pass


Make sure to watch the video above, then be sure to schedule an appointment ...


Scott Englund, CLMT(Certified Licensed MotoTherapist)


Scott Englund, along with his family, operates MotoMission Peru, a high end enduro tour operation in Cusco, Peru, South America. He and his family are volunteers who operate businesses that give 100% of the profits to local social projects in the area. They are a dirtbike family doing what they love. For more information about our mission, check out our website at www.motomissionperu.com.


To be the first dirtbike on a trail, ever, provides one with a thrill that is hard for many to experience. However, there are circumstances in life that we create that put us in places to do so."Would you be interested in riding on a totally new, unridden trail?" That is a question that I love to present to the people I ride with here in Peru. I grew up in California and the Pacific Northwest of the United States and had some amazing places to ride, but I cannot recall ever riding on a virgin trail. There had always been someone there before me and would always be someone behind.


Around the Mountain...watch this tour video to see what its like to be the first dirtbike on the route


Exotic riding has somehow reared its presence in my life. I ride the Andes of Peru. These daunting behemoths of dirt and rock rising up from the sea are a constant view through my lenses. I wake up, exit my bedroom and on my way to the kitchen for a cup of coffee, I look through the wall of windows each morning to see a 15,000 foot mountain.
Recently, I tackled a new area that I had been dreaming about. The Nevado Ausangate. This mountain sits about a 2 hour drive from my house. There have been many a day that I look down the end of the valley only to be teased by this glacier topped 21,000 foot monster. I had read that there are trails for hikers and mountaineers to circumnavigate the skirt of the nevado.
Just a typical view...near Nevado Ausangate


I have, up to this point, experienced a problem; I have not been able to find a capable and willing partner to tackle the task. For one, I am kind of a loner when it comes to hard enduro riding in Cusco Peru. There are a few other guys that ride, but most stay on an MX track and never really experience the heavenly landscape that their Andean world has to offer.
Some might say that the stars aligned for me. I recently met Luigi, a fellow enduro fanatic from Lima, the capital of Peru. He is a solid rider and loves a crazy adventure as much as I do. He mentioned that he would be in town and would love to do a tour. We had one day available. I needed two days, but I certainly couldn't let this opportunity pass.
I suggested the Ausangate route as a possibility. He perked up with that excitement that a young kid might experience the first time hearing about Disneyland. There were so many unknowns that we made the plans based on what we knew, and prepared for the worst.
Luigi and I ready to head out...That's a nice shirt!


First, we had a two hour drive. We hired a car and driver. Ruben, an old friend of mine and capable driver, joined us on the excursion. It was an early morning, but we managed to load up the two bikes, all of our gear, and a couple of ecstatic boys into a Toyota 4wd.
We didn't know where the trail began. We only knew the name of the pueblo or community, but the trail was a hiking trail. It may be hard to understand, but when you pull up with a truck full of motos, and you ask where the trekking trail starts, the locals look at you with strange faces while thinking stranger things.
We had to stop and take some pictures


They had never seen nor heard of anyone riding a dirtbike on the "camino" that goes around the mountain. You can use a mule or a horse, but a moto, that was a laughable image. I have learned a couple of methods of communicating in these instances. I laugh right along. I also use phrases like, "mi caballo tiene fuerza!" ...My horse is strong... They usually giggle and give me the "well, if you think you can, the trail starts over there" talk. I oblige, and take off. That happened a number of times on this trip.
We started at the turnoff to the trail head. We asked about the route and where it began. We had a truck of cool Japanese motos which continuously stirred up curiosity amongst the local men and boys. Yep, they laughed as we told them we wanted to ride the route around the mountain. They asked about our arrangements of where we would be spending the night and how to fill our tanks. They made sure we knew there were no "grifos" or gas stations out there. I had done my homework and knew the distance was not an issue as much as the difficulty of the terrain. We had about a 50 mile loop to tackle.
Many of the folks pointed out how dangerous it would be. They would say things that created a bit of fear and unknowns. I could have been wrong on my prep work. What if it really did take 7 days to hike and the trail was impassible on a moto?
I talked with Luigi and Ruben. We developed a meet up plan at the end of the route. We figured it would take 4 hours if we had no problems. On the other side of the equation, we figured that at the 8 hour mark, They need to come in and get us. There was one point on the mountain where a cell signal could be found. We would give Ruben an update from there. It was about half way around.
We reached the starting point for the ride and unloaded the bikes. We anxiously geared up, tanked up on water and food, and said goodbye to our rescue coordinator, Ruben. With our bikes warmed up, we turned on the Gopros and ripped down the nasty two track road that lead us to the final community before the trail began. Upon our arrival, we found a group of young men and a soccer field.
They were not playing when we arrived. They stared at us like we were aliens. I have gotten used to it. I noticed that they were not playing soccer. That was odd. I also noticed that there was one guy that was standing on an embankment. The others were staring at him. I pulled up and realized that the ball had gotten stuck in the mud below the embankment and the guy that kicked it was the guy that had to retrieve it. Nobody wanted to get their shoes muddy.
This was an opportunity to make a good connection with the locals. I hopped off my bike, jumped into the mud which nearly went up to top of my boots, grabbed the ball, and received an applause from my new group of friends. They would be really helpful from that point on.
Our lunch spot


We asked about where the trail was located that took us around the mountain. They, with much curiosity, asked a million questions, laughed as many do when they hear such ridiculousness, and all corporately pointed in the same manner as to the direction of the trail. They wished us luck and we headed off.
The single track started flowing under our tires. The ups and downs, along the riverbank was smooth sandy soil that was fenced in with tall golden grass. The mountains that flowed up to the sky became our target. We headed up the water flow, closer and closer to the base of the first mountain. The trail went from smooth and rhythmic to grassy and marshy over the course of a couple of miles. Luigi and I were in heaven. The further we rode, the more content we were to be called enduro riders. This was perfect. The trail continued to change. It was like going through seasons. Very distinct and different types of trail at various stages of the route. The rocks started small and evolved into a trials course. We could see the daunting pass quite a distance and elevation above. The trail turned to into a free for all "find a way to the top" type of ride.
The rock provided some decent traction, but the there were areas where the stream was the only passable option and thus had to get a little wet. It was in the rock section that we realized that we may not get through. Luigi and I found ourselves, manhandling one bike at a time to only arrive at another nearly insurmountable obstacle. We suffered through the rock. While reaching the final section, a young local man came out of the valley and hiked down to see what we were doing. Apparently he lives up there year round. One tough hombre! The altitude at his house was about 14,000 feet. The chill of the glacial air that pours off the mountain creates a harsh environment. A beautiful one , but a difficult way of life. This man, guided us up through the rest of the rock, and pointed out that there was a much more passable trail up high on the mountain behind his house. We must have missed the turnoff. It was a mute point. We were at the top of the rock.
We expended a bunch of our energy on the early part of the ride so we found a nice place to take a break and eat a sandwich under a cloud covered peak. It would try to sneak out from the captivity of the clouds every now and then to dazzle us with its radiance. Impressive!
We were having a blast. We suffered a bit in the rocks, but it was all worth it. However, we had a lot of unknowns on the route in front of us, so we mounted up our aluminum horses and headed on.


On the high pass before dropping down


The trail continued to change. One landscape after the next. Luigi and I found ourselves on the top of the world in an eerie and most beautiful moonscape. No life, just rock, sand, and dirt. The trail was easy to follow. It meandered with the curves and contour of the mountain pass.
While taking in the scenery, the trail continued to impress. At one point, Luigi and I were heading toward an enormous hill while the single track meandered around the side. He turned left with the trail and I realized it was a do-able climb and went for it. Luigi quickly joined in the fun. It was, more or less, a dune at 15,000 feet that went up another 1000. The thickness of the dirt and sand kept us from reaching the top. We climbed as high as we could, made a lot of whoops and hollars, and enjoyed a few special minutes of bliss in the high country. This ride couldn't get any better!
The section on top was surreal. The landscape was a palette of colors, brushed on the barren sand and rock. The peaks rose out of the earth and stretched up to the heavens and beyond. The sky, grey with clouds, had a speckle of sun poking through. The path was just as spectacular. Ups and downs, back and forth through the gulleys and waterways. The moss would rear its head and lay down in the path for hundreds of yards at a time. The trail continued through a gauntlet of terrain. Every enduro riders dream!
Luigi and I took a number of photos. However, time was a resource that was diminishing. The unknowns were still in front of us. We were able to reach that point, but to go all the way back, would have us returning in the dark. That was not a preferable option. We continued on in our search for the end of the trail.
We reached the third abra, or pass. This was the location that the locals told us we might be able to make a call. Luigi and I agreed to send a message to Ruben to let him know our status. The call didn't work, but we sent a text and it apparently got through during our descent.
The drop down to the starting point was a triceps burning smile maker. The trail was "buenazo" as they say in Spanish. Just like the early part of the day, the trail changed like classes in school. From one type of riding to the next. Water, then sand, then rock, then tight switchbacks to high speed freeflow, it was all there. We grinned the whole way down.
The landscape at 15000 feet


After a good long drop, we ended up arriving at a community where we found some people and a horse camp. Unsure of our exact location, we asked one of the locals. We found out that we were in the location where Ruben was supposed to be soaking in the hot springs. We had made it. Ruben wasn't there, but we had made it.
The loop was complete. We still had a few miles to go to hook up with Ruben, but we completed the loop. In the process we found a bunch of other future trail options as well.
We made it back to Ruben, loaded up the bikes while the hoards of men from the town wanted to hear about our adventure. Luigi and I told our stories and impressed the locals. They hadn't heard of anyone riding motos through there. It was a silly idea. Kind of like doing a backflip on a dirtbike never existed when I was a kid. Who does that?
This story has a million directions I can go. One thing that I can pull from this adventure is that experiencing something new is one of the most exciting things I have ever experienced. Being the first to reach a particular place on a dirtbike is a thrill. Most of the hard enduro trails that I ride have never seen a motorcycle, expect mine. I could never say that about any other place I have ever ridden. Peru is different. I am blessed to be able to share this with a fortunate few. In the process, our riders go home completely satisfied and with an incredible moto adventure that will not soon be forgotten.
Whether it's on a moto, or just in life, seek out those firsts. Go after that crazy idea that people tell you is impossible. Scare yourself. Do the unknown. Experience a first. That is where the thrill really begins.




We made it back...another incredible ride!


Scott is an avid lover of the motorcycle, a thrill seeker, explorer, and a social entrepreneur and founder of MotoMission Peru, a high end dirtbike tour operation located in Cusco, Peru. 100% of the profits from MM are used to support the Altivas Canas Children's project on the outskirts of Cusco. If you are interested in joining MotoMission Peru on an dirtbike adventure, contact us via Thumpertalk or through our website at www.motomissionperu.com. Also, follow us on our Youtube channel at Motomission Peru Dirtbike Adventures. If you would like to follow along with our adventures via our blog, make sure you click above to follow us. There will certainly be more crazy stories to tell.


In my world, things always happen for a reason. Sometimes the reason makes no sense other than the fact that it gives us a crazy unbelievable story. That might be the case here.
I was the guide, and normally, I would have some sort of a plan. In this particular case, the customers wanted something spontaneous. I believe the words were, "Scott, just give us a good time. We just want an adventure." I put a few possibilities together. One being a journey to the deepest canyon in the world, Cotahuasi. Grasp, if you dare to imagine two Grand Canyons on top of each other, it would get you close. Our plan was to reach the canyon, spend a day or two exploring, then head back to Cusco to fly home. We had some flexibility in our number of days.

Watch this tour video to see the action


Phil and Henry were repeat customers. In fact, they were my first customers. They came back a year and a half after their first ride. I was honored. I put a tentative tour together to meet their request for a "good time."
We left Cusco on a couple of KLR 650's(these guys rode their own bikes from the US) and a CRF 450x. We wound our way through some legendary country. The Andes Mountains are big. They are beautiful. They are daunting. But Supercool! We had a decent map and some idea of places that may have gas, food, and shelter. Up and down through the mountains is a simplification. The bottoms of the canyons lay about 7000 to 8000 foot elevation. The tops run up to about 15,000. High jungle at the bottom, where they can grow papayas. So cold and desolate at the high points, that only the toughest of alpaca herders dare to live.


Henry and Phil after a great breakfast at the best place in Peru to have a great meal...and all the profits go to support a local children's project


In order to reach the Cotihuasi Canyon, we had to pass over a number of these high spots. We call them altiplanos=high plains. It is usually hot when the sun is out, and freezing when it's not. The altiplano ain't for sissies.
Phil, Henry, and I found ourselves on day 3 working our way through the altiplano heading south towards the Valley of the Volcanoes. We were a bit behind the flexible schedule, but the grins on their faces led me to believe that it was irrelevant. We pounded out the route towards a small community where we found gas. We topped off the tanks, grabbed a quick snack, and created a big stir with the locals. Not sure when the last tourist passed through, but the curious town folk seemed to have forgotten. We asked for directions to the next town with amenities.


Peru is a paradise for motorcyclists


This is where the story turned. The locals giggled when they realized we were heading up to the altiplano. They knew something that we didn't.
The locals clarified their concern for us by pointing out that the lighting would soon be arriving. We had a small window of opportunity. We geared up and took off to beat the storm that was somehow going to replace the cloudless sky in a short matter of time(sarcasm noted).
We were tough. We had good gear. No worries...The boys told me they wanted an adventure...We were headed straight there. We climbed for what seemed like days. Back and forth on the switchbacks to finally come over the top of the canyon. There it was...The altiplano. A desolate and cold eternity that lay between us and our destination.
Within moments, little white balls of ice began pelting us. How did those little boogers get through to my cheeks? With icy misery challenging us, the second wave began; the thunder. Not to worry as it was a ways off in the horizon. We rode in its direction. Within a few minutes, the length of time from the lightning flash to the crack of the thunder decreased to hardly anything. We were in the eye of the storm.
The day had been long. We had covered a lot of miles. According to the locals, we had about 2 hours to our destination from where we filled our tanks. We had to be close. We trudged on through the storm. It sucked. There wasn't a tree in a hundred miles. No shelter...just a slimy two track road heading toward the next town. We battled the storm for a solid hour. We were certain that our destination would be around the next bend. We kept on.
We finally hit our limit. Our bodies had no more to give. The miserable cold had taken its toll on our balance. Phil had a couple of close calls. Henry and I were beginning to think we would have to figure out some sort of shelter. There was no town anywhere near. In fact, we had gone many a mile without seeing any sign of life; houses, herds, or people.
We stopped, huddled around our exhaust pipes in some sort of heat worship ceremony, then discussed our options. Phil was done. Henry and I were about out of juice as well. We talked about heading back to the last civilization that we could remember. It was a long way back...not a great option.
Henry looking like a thug...but well prepared


It was at that moment that Henry piped in about a rock hut a ways back that sat off the road and down the hill. Phil and I didn't see it. We both kind of thought Henry was having hypothermic hallucinations. Regardless, it was our best option. I agreed to head back and hopefully find some sign of life, while Henry and Phil would follow at a safe pace.
I finally found what Henry was talking about. What I found was not much, but I would say it was better than nothing. I rode down to the decrepit rock structure and found life. It was an older Quechua(native to the area and spoke Quechua as well as a little bit of Spanish) lady down below her house, rounding up a small herd of alpacas for the night. It was almost dark.
I asked her about the town that we were looking for. She chuckled and told me there was no town by that name. It was actually a spot in the road where that alpaca herders would bring their pelts , pile them on the truck, and send them to market. Certainly no town, no food, no gas, and a long way away from any kind of place to spend the night.
With a long pause after I asked about anyplace close to stay, I gave my best puppy dog eyes. I glanced around at the lack of options. She hesitated a moment, then gave me an offer that felt like a gift from heaven. She had a four walled structure with a couple of tin metal sheets laid on top. It had an opening about 4 feet tall to enter. Inside, well, let's just say it looked like something from a biology lab mixed with a pantry and a morgue.
I accepted the offer with a smile. By that time, Phil and Henry had arrived and were anxious for a hot shower and comfy bed. This lady lived off grid and my guess, may have never had a hot shower in her entire life. A comfy bed, well, let's just say, the amenities were primitive.
I did my best to translate for the guys. We were all so thankful to have something around us to get us out of the weather and the mess that we were in.
We brought our wet and frozen stuff to the door. There was no light except that which entered through the holes in the walls. We had a small flashlight. We each entered through the troll door that stood at best, 4 feet high.
One by one, we entered to find ourselves face to face with a couple of strings stretched from one side of the shack to the other. Draped over the strings were a variety of animal parts. It could have been the last motorcycle guys that stayed there, but it felt better to believe it was just some type of animal meat for food.


This little church could not be passed up without taking a picture


Along the back wall was a makeshift shelving system with some staple items such as rice, noodles, and flour. Dispersed with the clutter and food items were countless decaying skulls from a variety of animals. Some of the skulls still had remnants of meat for some reason. It was a bit creepy. We were grown men. We could handle this lady if she tried anything funny. We remained open minded...There wasn't much choice.
In the corner, was our saving grace; A shoulder high stack of bloody alpaca pelts. With not much room left for the dirt floor, the three of us decided on the sleeping arrangements. There was a flat spot, more like a table than a bed, with a few soft items laying on top. There were a number of unidentifiable items that made up the "bed." We were better off not knowing what was underneath.
There was one real blanket to share. Certainly, it was not enough. Henry and I cuddled up on the table structure with the blanket and as many alpaca pelts as we could stand. Phil resorted to the dirt floor. Phil, like any survivalist would do, made a nice alpaca mattress, covered it with alpaca sheets, then draped a fresh alpaca comforter on top of that. He looked like a human sandwich with nasty alpaca pelts being the bread. We also placed anything and everything else on top of us to help retain any kind of heat. We wore everything we had in our possession with the exception of our helmets.
It was bedtime. Exhausted, frozen, creeped out, and unable to breath because of the sheer weight of the makeshift covers, or possibly the 14k plus altitude, we called it a night.
Our goal was to sleep. It was a failure in every way. The howling wind that worked its way through the rocks that were stacked up to make the walls, insulated nothing. My nose stopped running, not because of my heat index, but rather, the snot was frozen. For countless hours, we all struggled to maintain any type of comfort; absolutely miserable. I was like a kid looking forward to Christmas morning...our present to receive; some sort of heat from the sun. It couldn't happen fast enough.
The dreaded night finally ceased its torture on us. The rays of light somehow snuck through the holes in the side of the rock. There was no wind. The air was moist, but like dew, not rain. Another day, blessed to be alive.
We couldn't wait to get outside and take in some radiant heat from the Andean sun. With no pollution, being that close to the equator, and at an elevation as close to the sun as many will ever get a chance to be, the sun was strong. We got up, shared our harrowing tales of suffering , laughed at each other, and went outside to enjoy the heat.
The little lady invited us over for breakfast. We gladly accepted. We were a bit concerned what it might be, but any type of hospitality while we were in a situation like that was a welcomed blessing. We brought our food to share as well.
As we climbed into another small rock hut, the door even smaller this time, it opened into a one room studio complete with a fireplace, and some wooden furniture that was built for people that stood no more than 4 foot tall. We were offered the best seats in the house, given a rusty tin cup full of tea, and were told that breakfast was served. Perfect!
We had a great cultural exchange. The husband and son had arrived in the middle of the night. The whole family was there. I did my best to translate, but with the Quechua and Spanish mix, it was hard to understand much. We shared stories, laughed, and gave the kids their first ever raisins to try. The little girl couldn't eat them fast enough. Phil picked through his trail mix bag and extracted every single raisin for the little girl.
It was a nice time. We had good weather outside, and so had to get going. We confirmed our directions with the mister, gathered up our things, left the family with a nice donation for their incredible hospitality, and said goodbye. As miserable as it was, it turned out to be one of the highlights of the ride.
Riding through the Altiplano and subsequently up and down more Andes mountains, we came across countless scenic valleys, small communities(3-5 houses), and many a herd of alpacas. It was just what these guys wanted to see; Peru... in all its natural state.
The ride for the day concluded with a little get off. Phil was on a tight switchback, grabbed a little too much brake on the loose corner and went down breaking his foot. We were close to the next town, which is where we would be able to get some help, hopefully.
Henry stayed with Phil while I went for help. As I arrived in town, the first thing I came across was a government health clinic, complete with an ambulance. I couldn't have dreamed of a better situation.


Notice the blood from the previous patient...Phil was not so impressed with the Peruvian medical standards


I went inside to begin the rescue process and quickly found out that the ambulance had not been moved in over 5 years. Besides, there was no key to the gate. I asked for options and also found out that there were no taxis, and the three people that owned cars in the town were all wasted drunk because of the carnival festivities. I found one of the drunks, offered to pay to use his truck, but he insisted on driving himself. I've done some stupid things in my life, but even I have limits.
Our best bet was to flag down a truck from the mine traffic that would be coming down the hill. The doctor told me that we were running out of time. I quickly returned back to the crash site. Upon my arrival, Henry had managed to flag down a large truck, heading into town. We loaded up the bike and Phil and headed to the clinic where the doctor was ready to put Phil back together.


The doctor and staff were great...


Our ride was over. We spent the night at the clinic to stabilize Phil and make a plan to get back to Cusco. A truck was hired, we loaded the bikes and headed back to where we started.
These guys wanted an adventure. They got everything they bargained for. What I find so satisfying is that the part that will forever be talked about is the bloody alpaca pelts. The tales of suffering, together, a group of guys, all sharing the same moto adventure. We have a common bond...Motos. It doesn't matter what color you ride, what size of motor, two stroke or four. That is a community of which I am proud to be a part...Scott



A little about Motomission...We are the only enduro tour operator in Cusco, Peru, South America. We are also a social enterprise where all of the profits from the operation go to support the Altivas Canas Children's Project. Our backyard is the Andes Mountains. We specialize in hard enduro, tight and technical singletrack rides through untouched areas. Our fleet of Honda CRF 450X bikes as well as a couple of other options are ready to be put to the test. We focus on private groups of 1 to a 4 riders(we can handle other groups as well). We can also do lighter trails for those that want to see Peru on a moto. Young and old, intermediate to advanced riders are welcome to join us. Please message us if you would like more information or visit our website at www.motomissionperu.com or check out our videos on our Youtube channel at MotoMission Peru Dirtbike Adventures.


I have a friend here in Peru that continues to gather my respect each time I spend another moment with him. His name is Nico. He stands about 5ft 2 inches and is every bit a moto fanatic. What makes Nico so special is his deep rooted passion of motorcycles. Let me explain.


I am privileged. I have never, in my life, gone without. Yeah, I don't have a yacht on the Italian coast, but I have everything I need. I even have a nice motorcycle to ride. If it breaks down, I have the resources to get it fixed.


In comes Nico. I have grown to respect this man's passion. It runs deep. Just yesterday, I was dropping off a trailer at Nico's shop. He is a welder by trade. He offered to get it painted and do a couple of things to improve its utility.


Nico the welder, proud moto dad, and a man that can make anything work...Hardly in any pictures because he is the one taking all the pics


While talking to Nico, he told me that his dad used to race motocross some 20 to 30 years ago. It was in the old Honda XL 185 days. His eyes lit up as he told me about watching his father bounce around the tracks when he was a little boy. Somewhere in the scope of his life, a fire began to burn deep. He is now passing on a legacy and passion to his kids.


Nico, materially, has hardly anything. Every bike this guy has is a hodge podge of parts and pieces. He recently bought an old beat up Rm85 for his daughter, Sami. It worked when he bought it, but now its sitting in his shop without a soul. He has ordered a fresh motor from Ebay, but the taxing authorities in Peru will not allow the motor to be brought into the country. He is in the process of having the tax authorities return it back to the seller to be dismantled, so that the parts themselves can be reshipped in different packages, to skirt the system.


RM 85 waiting for a new soul...Hard to get parts in Peru!


A few weeks ago, he borrowed a motorcycle for his daughter to use so she could race in the local MX series to continue accumulating points. Little did Nico know, the bike he borrowed was on its last leg. During the race, the crank went out causing a bunch of damage. He was held responsible for getting it back to running condition. I happened to have an old box of parts for that same type of bike. He was able to get it all fixed up fairly cheap.


Nico and Sami doing what they love!


I am still getting to know Nico and his family. He is at every race I have ever been to. With his smiling face, he watches his young daughter rip around the track. He also puts his time and effort into his boy that is so small he has to start the races with his dad holding the back fender to keep the bike upright. His wife is there at every moment. It's a beautiful thing to see a moto family like that. In fact, Nico brought his family over to our house one afternoon to ask me to be the Padrino for his daughter. He didn't pick a longtime family friend. He didn't pick a neighbor, or a member of his church. He picked me. I asked him why he chose me. Nico told me that he wanted to have a Padrino for his daughter that loved motorcycles as much as he did. Being a Padrino(a godfather) here in Peru is a major responsibility and a privilege. I was quite surprised that he wanted me to take the position. My flattered face must have shown.


The gang and I...A little celebration after a good day of racing


I had seen Nico at a race a couple of weeks ago. He had purchased, yet another bike. This time, I thought he may have rounded up a good deal. The bike worked for his daughter to race. Then, I also saw Nico trudging through the mud on the same bike. It was a Honda CRF 150. He made it to the finish line. Good for him.


While I was at his shop dropping off the trailer, we ended up talking bikes. I asked about the CRF 150 and how he liked it. He told me he bought it for a good price. I quickly found out that it came with no wheels, and much of the important stuff was not included. Not sure if it was a good deal, but it got him another day of racing. He managed to take the triple clamps, forks, front brakes, and wheel off the RM and place it on the chassis of the CRF. He did the same with the rear wheel. I got a chance to take a close look at the artwork of Nico(in Peru, mechanic=artist=creative genius). This guy did whatever it took to get to the track with a functional bike. I dig that kind of passion. Mad respect for Nico!


A bike put together with passion and genius...It's a miracle that it works


If each of us had a "Nico" passion in our lives, the sun would shine a bit brighter. I am glad to have a common passion with my friend. We can talk motos until we are out of breath. Don't let a few mishaps and misfortunes take you out of the race. Sometimes a bit of creativity and drive will get you to the finish line. Your gear may not match and your tires may be wired to the rims. The cracks in your plastics may have been stitched together with zipties. The point I am trying to make is that passion wins a lot more races than pretty.


These are Nico's kids...Sami and Carlo...Champions!