And off we went toward the border and back to California when all of a sudden, Scott (in the lead) drops speed quickly and motions for us to go around him. As I pass him, I look at his back tire and it’s done… flatter than a pancake… squished… toast… he and Curt pulled over to a small turnoff and the rest of us pulled off at a larger one about 100 yards up the road. They tried to slime it, etc. to no avail. We were about 40 miles from the border and trying to figure out how to get the bike, and Scott, there when all of a sudden, out of nowhere, a big blue pickup truck pulls into the turnout.
A young man by the name of Moises (pronounced Moses) hops out and asks if we need any help… we all just looked at him wondering where he had come from. He was on his way home from Ensenada to Mexicali and had seen Scott on the side of the road as he passed. He too is a rider and subscribes to the The Code so he turned around and came back to see if he could help. For all the media hype/scare about Mexico, the only people we came across were warm, curious, and friendly… and Moises was no exception.
His motorcycle club… he sure lived up to the name!
Moises…
No ramp… just a bunch of manly men to hoist the bike into the truck bed… and lots of documentation by the estrogen units… lol
Dorothy showed off her impressive roping skills with the assorted tie downs pulled together, the bike was secured, and we were off to the border. Just before the border, Moises pulled his truck over to the side of the road and a couple of folks there scrambled and found a makeshift ramp to help get the bike out of the truck…
We thanked Moises again and told him he had new friends to come and visit in California! Then we turned to face the music… well, the line waiting to cross the border… this was only half of it… yikes!
We were instructed to continue down the left side past the line of cars… so Scott walked his bike down that hill and we gently edged into the waiting line of cars (although there were a few drivers not happy about it but they were sitting in air conditioned cars and we only took a minute or two to get through so I didn’t feel too bad) and Scott walked his bike over the border... I wish I could've gotten a pic of it but they kind of frown upon cameras at the border so I refrained!
Once over the border, Scott called for a tow truck and once we knew that he and Sue were set, we skedaddled for San Diego where Sally and I arrived a bit later than we anticipated but still found time/energy to get some dinner and nice, cold, tall pint of beer at a local brewery… the people watching was quite entertaining as well!
We slept hard that night and awoke to blue skies which surprised me as I thought there was supposed to be rain… we wandered out to the beach to share a few moments before having to say goodbye and close this episode of the Sally Tyler Risk show…
I felt a little tug on my heart as I pulled away from my lovely Brit friend… another adventure tucked away in the memory books… and looking forward to what mischief we could get up to next time… I headed for Temecula to have lunch with a friend and then into LA (business)… about half an hour outside of LA, the heavens opened up on me, 101N came to a standstill, and I hadn’t put on my rain gear… I was quite the sight when I pulled into the Westin Bonnaventure… they weren’t quite sure what to make of me!
It was quite a change of worlds from Mexico to downtown LA…
So I sat in my room, gazing out the window and the rainy streets below…
And I reflected over the past week’s events… the challenges that had been overcome, the sights that had been seen, the friendship that had been shared, and the experiences of a lifetime… and it was good.
Again, many thanks to Scott & Sue for their expertise and helping guide us on a wonderful adventure that will forever be etched in our hearts and minds… you guys rock!!
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