The bottom of Texas, still cold.

Without all the gear, one can actually see what kind of bikes we ride.

Pevious to the spark plug accident, we did have a pretty nice ride on the beach.

Not a pretty picture the night before the most nerve-racking day of the trip, the border into Northern Mexico.

Mike, the surgeon, pulled some magic after all our other attempts have failed.  

So this is not the 250´s highest moment.  The night before we cast off into Mexico, I, Tank, gracefully cross threaded the spark plug into its home and caused a hastle I can´t begin to describe.