Tuesday, February 1, 2011

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.