I think when last I wrote; I was headed down the road with Christian and Jesus about 80
mph in a car that felt as though it would burn up upon re-entry…mind you, I love a
roller coaster, and adrenaline is definitely my friend, but I prefer a small measure of safety involved into my forays into the land of speed… like good tires at least, but who am I to complain.
Our destination San Quintin, land of the Internet, bank, and jonke yards…
Before rolling north we made a quick stop in El Rosario to inform the espousas that the boys were headed to town, I was given a wink and a giggle by Jesus’ youngest who was about 5 and had some sort of black finder paint covering half of her face, (she was spinning like the Tasmanian devil), then Christians overly young wife handed me one of the sweetest oranges (naranja dulce) I have ever eaten.
We left El Rosario in a cloud of dust, it was wild, I kept saying despacio, tranquillo, (which in my limited Spanish means slow down, relax…but it evidently to a vaquero it actually means “you are driving too slow you stupid little girl”). All I got was a crazed laugh, so I did what seemed appropriate at the time; I closed my eyes for a nap…
It worked perfectly, I woke to Christian saying (Primera) which means first, or where first? I chose the internet café, got the number of the shop I needed, then to el telefono publico and ordered the parts, everything was smooth as could be, I got a little cash at the bank, then headed to scour the yonke yard for an old hub to roll in from the desert, with no luck at all, three junk yards in town, and not a car older than 1980, and not a single air cooled VW, we did meet a mecanico who spoke English, (learned it living in Portland of all places? The gifts, they just keep coming!) His name is Gennaro, he took us to La Tienda Bimbo (the shop of bimbo, not to be confused with Bimbos, but both are sweet). Anyway Bimbo is the Mexican equivalent of Hostess and all their delivery vehicles are VWs so he thought they might have something.
No luck,
It was around dusk at this point, I offered to buy the boys dinner, I was looking forward to some nice seafood, they chose hot dogs, I tried to talk them out of it, but they wanted hot dogs, good for my wallet, not so good for the pallet, we just needed somewhere to sit and plan, the idea of leaving the car in the middle of nowhere wasn’t particularly appealing, and the thought of staying in the desert until the parts arrived worked except for the giant semis, particularly using their air brakes on the particular section of road I was on.
I was about to jump a bus to Ensenada when Genaro committed to coming out with a tow dolly and picking me and the car up, he said it would end up costing around $150.00 and he needed $50 up front for the dolly rental, he would do it tonight but his friend had his truck in Tijuana, but he would be there at 6 am, Christian said “perfect I get up around 10” they all laughed, so did I after Genaro explained it to me in Inglas.
Genaro used to live in El Rosario so his plan was to come out that night, throw back some cold ones and get an early start.
The ride back was scarier than the ride out, we weren’t going; any faster, but it’s the whole anticipation thing, what you don’t know you aren’t afraid of, what you do, well that’s another story entirely. We arrived back at the car and thankfully everything seemed intact, I gave the boys my two remaining Hammock chairs and thanked them profusely.
I spent the evening staring at a huge moon listening to the coyotes, I lashed a tarp over the roll bar and that made an amazing difference warmth wise, right before I lay down some big bird swooped over me (I think it was a bird). I have no clue what it was really, maybe a big owl, who knows? Whatever it was it was moving a lot of air.
As I lay there going over the days events I felt happy and thankful for the safe ride, the new friends, and just life in general.
I was up at the crack of dawn, thankfully it wasn’t quite as cold, I made coffee and pulled out my skillet to cook up some bacon, when I opened the ice chest I realized that everything was not completely intact, apparently someone was hungry, I took a closer look at my skillet, and realized it had been washed, the bacon, yogurt, peanut butter and jello shots were all gone, there was a lot of stuff worth a lot more, but apparently someone just needed food, and they were nice enough to use the stove, and return it to its original spot, then clean the skillet, my only remaining question is how drunk did their children get on the jello shots?
About 10 am Christian was rolling south to feed the animals again, he seemed visibly angry at Gennaro that I was still stuck there, apparently Genaro hadn’t made it to town last night, I said tranquillo,(relax) he offered to call him and I said OK but the funny part was I knew he would get there whenever he was supposed to be there.
I dozed off reading around 11 am and was woken by Genaro and Saul pulling up laughing with a dolly and a ice cold Corona.
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