
about 5 minutes into it and simon hearing clanks on bike...pulled in for gas and noticed his rear sprocket wiggling.
great. now what.
everything shuts down for about a 4hr hot middle of day siesta before opening at 4ish....
1pm all closed.
luckily a bike shop right by with shaded overhang but closed too.....pulled bike up and took off wheel/sprocketto see crushed bearing....baking hot...4 more hrs? see a guy and ask about store open. cerrado a las cuatro y media. shite.




more heavyeyes straight riding....come across nice medium town, pull over to eat....look down and yep bikes pissing oil.
shite again.
what do now.

its 9pm...theyre closing....no no problem come mike pull bike in garage and tear apart in 30 minute. oil sensor not hold and possible gasket out? 30 min= 2hours
new washer on epoxied nut and back together... 

late so we stayed there. someone must have told we coming cause had firework display ready...or it was annual summer new year party.

rode up on bikes to check it out and immediate more rockstar treatment....40-50 people surrounding bikes taking pics next to us arms around big smiles...chabber questions....so on
smiles excited and awe... strange feeling....then simon signed an autograph. are you kidding me.
realize before bed....still leaking.
next day ( new years eve) grandeur idea plan is to be in BA for extravagant, swanky bring in the new year....bike had other idea of making us stop every 30 min to put in more oil.
night came.. not gonna make BA new year. stopped in smaller town to find hotel.....full, full, closed, full sorry maybe one has...last littlest motel in town...ya one room but only double bed...shite.. wait we have a small bed can go in...cot. 


ok great....no not great.... suppose to be lush BA swanktel.....instead 1962 8x8 room, pink sheet cot that i lost rock paper scissors too, sleep next to bald snoring smelly englishmen....happy new year.



good filled day.
