- I’m Riding My Motorcycle to Argentina
- Official Press Release – Traveling Off the Grid, on YouTube
- Preparing the KLR before my Latin America trip
- What to take on a year long motorcycle trip
- My First Day on the Road
- YouTube Video Map
- Blogging Lacking But Video Logging Booming!
- After 40 Days on the Road
- Mexico City’s Killing Me
- The Journey Begins
- Chicago via Denver and St. Louis
- Leaving Chicago Behind
- My First Couch Surfing Experience
- Video of Mexican Police Shaking Me Down
- Interview With Overland Expo
- Entering Into Mexico – Extortion and Inviting Hosts
- News Coverage Over Extortion Video
- Leaving Mexico and Entering Guatemala
- Twisty Roads, City Labyrinth and a Dog Bite
- Unmaintained Motorcycles, Serendipitous Lodging and My Love Affair with Andre
- Lingering Paranoia and Meeting Another Solo Traveler
- Bug Zapper Skills
- Riding Beemers, Replacing Helmet, and Cricket Tacos
- How to be Alone
- Mexican Bus Ride, Riot Police and Church Irony
- Survivor’s Guilt, a Shift in Perspective and the Overrated Mind
- Catching Up: Real De Catorce, Mexico
- Truck Blocking the Road, Guatemala
- The Schizophrenic Bolivian Vagabond [Day 178]
- Couch Surfing in San Jose, Costa Rica [Day 108]
- The Water Filled Vodka Bottle – San Jose, Costa Rica [Day 110]
- Creatures Stirring on Christmas Eve, Playa las Lajas, Panama [Day 125]
- Video Trio: Honduras Traffic, Mayan Temple Climbing, & Nalgene Hack
Marc and I went for a ride outside Mexico City. Every weekend in this small town (Tres Marias?) you’d barely notice driving by, a flock of bikers and vendors gather. This was the Deal’s Gap
Since my accident (post) I needed to find a new helmet, so I was looking forward to check out a place with a lot of motorcycle accesory vendors. Most of them had Mediums, Larges and Extra Large. No Smalls or Extra-Small for my tiny head. After an hour we had a stroke of luck and I found a fit. It was Fulmer, a brand I never heard of before, but Marc said it was the higher end of the low-end helmet market. A little better than the $70 HJC in other words.
On the ride back Marc and I swapped bikes and I was on his 1993 BMW 1200 touring bike (I forget the model letters). It had a nice smooth power delivery. The speedometer was broken, but I recognized the speeds I was going on the autopisa (express way) from the force of the wind against my helmet.
We stopped in a small town and walked around. I ate a cricket taco and a cactus taco. The cricket taco wasn’t as bad as you might think, just a little too salt for my taste.
All around it was a great day. My achey muscles were starting to recover and the stiffness start to fade.