42 miles down a dead end road to Bahia de Los Angeles. Heidi has read about this place, it sounds just like the kind of place we like. Small village on the Sea of Cortez with fishing and sailboats. We plan on spending a few days here and sort out our situation. More desert, mountains and cacti:
There is no traffic now and the road is straight. Now I have time to think about what the heck is going on with our bike. I formulate a theory why the bike is starting back up after quitting, but it doesn’t explain why the bike quits. We ride on….
Again I’m not making any of this up. We are tooling along less than 20 miles from the Sea of Cortez and the bike just quits again. We coast to a stop, dismount, take off our helmets and look at each other ‘This can NOT be happening’
I stay calm, confident of my theory. After a few minute wait I hit the starter. The bike fires up as if nothing has happened. We hop back on and continue. Bahia de Los Angeles here we come.
We made it. In my mind I bend down to kiss the Sea. This is what we dream about, places like this.