Our last week in South America was a game of waiting for the inevitable, our flight home. Meanwhile, we wandered through tight market alleys and crowded narrow streets that climbed the mountain in search of anything of interest. There are fabrics of all colors, intricate carvings, huge bags of coca leaves, presidential parades, and far out drugs in dirty little bottles that were gnarley even to look at. Through the Witches' Market you can find all these things wrapped in an explosion of color. My favorite, I think, are the llama fetuses that are sold for offering for "tu Pache Mama", Mother Earth. They are creepy, and I wanted one. However, I don't think customs would have been as thrilled as me. We got haircuts and straight razor shaves. By the look on the face of the barber, I guarante that my long blond locks were the first to ever see the floor of that shop. We stayed up late and ate our fill of weird food. Then we called it good, for we were ready to move on to all the things that had been rattling around in our helmets for the past year.
We waited for our flight for a week with nothing to do. The morning of our departure, the alarm was set to a different time zone causing us to scramble from our South America in a frightened pace, chewing our nails to the airport and sweating in the long line that stood between us and our ride home.
However, our trip was not ending, only transitioning into a different form... and this time on our own turf and in our own language. Connecting with some wonderful friends in LA, we were very lucky to arrange a visit with a famous motorcycle builder, our hero, Shinya Kimura.
He invited us to visit his shop, and we were honored to ablige. Above is the wheel to his 1917 Indian which he was working on and is in running condition for the upcoming Cannonball Run. That bike will take him across the country in September. Our utmost respect for Shinya's ideas and his work left us giddy with excitement as we weaved through LA traffic to get to his shop, Chabott Engineering. We were blown away by the kindness and humbleness of he and his partner, struck silent by the artistry of his shop, and left punchdrunk by the quiet power of his craftsmanship and handbuilt bikes. Meeting these two was a pleasure and a highlight. Please visit his site at www.chabottengineering.com. You will be doing yourself a favor.
to be contined...