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People who live in glass houses.......

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

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