poorwhitecrippledboy

You know the rest, so about 2 hours out of Loreto am headed down the road, I have Manu Chao Esperenza on the box, all is well, and then comes the noise, a high pitched grinding sound, I have heard this before, somewhere, I realize it is my speedometer cable, so I pull of at the next wide spot (which just so happens to be a fantastic little restaraunt) pretty much the moment I pull up there is a guy on the most Badass KTM (motorcycle) I have ever seen, he has apparantly run the Dakar in it (a Rally), and its covered with Stickers from all over the world, he steps off the bike and heads in for Breakfast, I take out the one screw that holds the dashboard in place, and hop out of the carlooking for lubricant, as I roll to the rear of the car to grab a dipstick full of oil it occurs to me that anyone with a trick machine like that must have spray lube he

So for those of you who are interested I find myself back in Mexico again headed for Central America, the meat of it is I sold La Chingadera and am delivering her to the buyer in Costa Rica... As many of you reading this already know I have had several attempts to get myself out of the states and down south, regardless of my intent, something always seemed to go wrong, generally it has been a mechanical issue that stops me (read previous blogs, or buy me one too many tequilas and you can get the details... That said, if my adventures begin with mechanical problems this one dropped right into place, my intention this time was to leave on Christmas Day, I was as ready as ever, the car gassed, freshly painted, and in perfect mechanical order. Since this trip is essentially a delivery, I packed light. A sleeping bag, mosquito net, thermarest a couple flashlights and some clothes, my toolbox, some music an extra fuel tank and thats pretty much it. So with all that crap in my 4Runner I grabb