Crossing into Mexico

I started the day by waking up in a hotel in El Paso, Texas. I arrived to pick up my motorcycle at 9 am at Viva Powersports a local dealership. Everything went well until I drove it. I purchased new riding boots which were very ridged. I could not fit my boot under the shift lever. 30 minutes later with some tools and a huge Target parking lot I got comfortable with bike again. Off to the boarder. I want to say crossing was kind of like Monty Pythons bridge of death in the Holy Grail. What is your name? What is your quest? What is your favorite color? …Ok go on. That’s it? I was in Mexico showing them nothing, not even an ID of any sort. Ok I was off to Chihuahua.

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