lostCANADIAN in Mexico

I was fortunate enough that one of the mechanics spoke English, and I was able to specify exactly what the problems were. It just so happens that he had just returned from Montreal a week previous, and had been there a month - loved it so much there he intends to transfer to the BMW in Montreal. This is just further confirmation that I have a great home, Montreal is my home and I love it there.

I relaxed, sipping coffee, while waiting for them to ready my baby for the most difficult challenge to come, the Copper Canyon, but perhaps an even more difficult challenge will be the long and very cold ride home. Digging through the maps and books, I barely noticed as time slipped by... until finally the bike was ready, a four hour job! Back home, this would have cost eighty dollars a hour, plux taxes, plus parts... in Mexico, it cost me five dollars an hour, with a total of eighty dollars! What a bargain!

Shaking my new friends hand at BMW, off we sped to the hotel by two-thirty to pack up and head out to Tequila, one of my most anticipated destiantions! Blasting down the highway, even the overheating light barely worried me as I could hardly contain my excitement. Unfortunately they did not have a new radiator in stock, and it would have cost over three hundred dollars, so ignoring that, I have a new radiator overflow cap and a rebuilt front fork. Almost brand new!

An hour slips by as gradually a fever rises inside of me. I swear, I must be cursed. Arriving at Tequila, it's difficult to ignore the waves of dizziness and fatigue overtaking me. The body aching, we crawl into a hotel only to pass out not long afterwards for a much needed siesta. Easily our cheapest hotel yet, at thirteen dollars, it comes complete with stains, lack of a toilet seat and no AC or TV.

Struggling awake a few hours later, drenched in sweat and feeling very feverish, I laughed at the ironic situation. Downing some flu medicine, I forced myself to struggle into town to do honor to my favorite liquor. Finding a great nightclub in town, on the roof top of a building, we made our way to the bar and ordered up a couple drinks of tequila. Not quite expecting an army of school girls on the dance floor, most very young, fulfilling the most perverse and dirty mens dreams, I can't help but feel disgust... How dare they tempt us like that!

Slamming down another shot, blending this sweet liquid with my medication, I pray for a quick resolution to this fever.