Oly-- Red River Bill
You may remember this chap from Mike and Tank's previous trip to South America. Oly met us in Guatemala, figured he would get a little old dirt bike like ours from Tennessee, then meet us back in El Salvador. He did all that except on the way back he had his bike stolen in Mexico, ending the whole debacle only a couple days before reaching us again. He flew back to Australia where he is from. We hadn't seen him since, til 2 days before the 555 trip. He flew in, took a gulp of whiskey, and wrenched on a bike that Mike, the Outlaw, had scavenged from the mist of the mysterious stash of all things old.
Sure enough, before leaving Tennessee, we had to stop at the moto salvage to scavenge a piece for Slappy's machine. The part was found, ripped out, and pocketed for a future repair.
Oly was amazed at the salvage yard in our neck of the woods.
Not feeling comfortable sitting around with half the team broken and the light fading, I made a move that took me only out of the parking lot and halfway down the drive before a wave led to a hospitable invitation for spending the night at a welder's shop. We had seen him getting pulled over by the police earlier that day in the hot rod he was building. We noticed each other's hot rods and it led to a great night of burning tires and ramping his jacked up, off-road jeep. Slim had an angel appear in the night with a new battery which got us on the road the next morning in the light of the rising sun.