Thursday, January 21, 2010

Yo no qiero insominia.

That' right. I don't love insomnia. Might as well do something useful with it and post something here. Not sure if it is my ADD, OCD or nerves, but we are a stones throw from the Mexican line and I can't sleep thinking about it. Can't back out now I guess.
Not much point in repeating what Tony says below, so here are a few pics form my camera.

Former gas station turned into an oasis for dorky bikers with wanderlust. Guys hanging out talking bikes and trips and whatnot, great tex-mex was great!
Parts and tool strewn about, Hank lets us take over his shop after he takes us out for lunch.

New Rubber and new synthetic oil and Silver no longer looks and feels tired. We also eached ditched about 20pds of gear at Hanks, so the bike feels and handles way better. Can't thank Hank enough for everything!
It was dark when we finally raced outta Dilley. We had to push it to get to a copy joint for some last minute crap (copies of registration, insurance, DL, laminating etc.) then to Walmart for some other last minute stuff, then to this place:
Mandatory liability insurance for anybody going outside the Mexican border zone. By this time it was close to 11pm and the town was still buzzing. What do you expect at at 24hr Insurance joint...
After a quick grocery run we finally headed back to the No-tel and did one last sort through of our crap. Money hidden here, credit card stashed there, real licence here, fake lic...wait, this is the real, er...whatever they all look the same. I spent so much time putting all my important crap in various pockets, nooks and crannies that I can't remember where any of it is...
Why all the copies???... you might be quiet asking yourself as you sip your moning coffee.
Apparently the police will ask for your papers and insist that you pay a fine back at the police station and then comeback and retreive your permits and papers, which can take hours to complete. But, for a small fee you can have your papers back now, Senor. You can call their bluff and ask to be taken in to pay (which they don't want to do, cuz then they will have to share the money with others), or keep haggling (or as Hank said: "No entiendo, No entiendo!") and eventually they will see that you are gonna be a pain in the ass and other potential paying victims are whizzing past. You might get your papers back, or you might have to abandon them as you go into town to pay...wink wink, nudge nudge. Hopefully I can get one of these on video...
Sweet. Tony is up now so we can get going. Off to the Columbia toll bridge border to get this show on the road. Today is the first test of my Spanish lessons, which I now regret not paying more attention to...Yo necessito una cafe con leche asi.
Hasta la maniana, bitches.




  1. I've been checking the blog daily in the morning when i get up. Good luck with the nerves today and getting into Mexico. You will be fine.

  2. iz it the hora for dos equis or negro modello? I agree with Hank's advice with the local police, except I used to tell them I was American in English and blahb their head off like they understood English and it all worked out. Actually, one time - after they realized that they were getting nowhere with us - I ended up hanging out on the square with them and some friends (and the policia wanted to pay for the drinks). As for the Federales, they were always legit as they actually get a salary that one could live off of; therefore, no need to ask every Tom, Dick and Harry who looks like they have some spare pesos they won't miss to hand them over as soon as you enter their local. Have fun caballeros.