Docked. Heidi lines up with the on foot passengers to exit the ferry, I line up with the people waiting to go down into the vehicle hold. I have my fingers crossed.
Heidi lines up with the on foot passengers to exit the ferry, I line up with the people waiting to go down into the vehicle hold. No AC here, you can smell the heat. There were about 8 or 10 of us, just waiting. I take a seat and proceed to enjoy the whole scene. Most people remained standing, just like when an airplane finally stops at the terminal and everyone jumps up so they can just stand in the airplane’s isle. Anyway, some more people came down to wait. One guy with light colored hair and a light colored jacket sets a small tan duffle bag down on a seat in front of him. He opens up a ridged top on the duffle, pulls out a 38, crams in a clip with the palm of his hand, then jams the gun back into the holster inside the case. He straightens up duffle bag and tucks the piece inside the bag, as if he were tucking in a baby. After closing the duffle he acts as cool as ‘James Bond' Shit, we are in Mexicooooooo……
I get down into the hold and see the bike upright on its kickstand but in a slightly different position. S, it fell over. I knew it. I immediately scan over the bike to look for damage. The left front blinker was bent back, some rubber was ripped on the left foot peg, the handlebars were bent back and the steering column was cockeyed. I proceed to straighten the blinker. Good, no problem. I raise the handlebars, they raise way too easy. The bolts holding down the handlebars must have loosened from the ride. The handlebars were not bent, thank goodness. I’m sure the loose bolts saved the handle bars, YES. After tightening down the bolts I press the front wheel up against the wall of the ship and crank on the handlebars to straighten the steering. After several attempts I get the steering straight. Woosh, The bike lives...
Heidi and I spent over three weeks in Mazatlan two years ago while we were jeep touring Mexico. We like Mazatlan. We tool up and down the malecon checking out several hotels, all expensive. Next we head to Hotel Del Sol, the same place where we stayed two years ago. Super, we get a large room with kitchenette, pool and a quiet courtyard offering great bike security. We pay for two nights.
Heidi didn’t sleep much on the ferry ride over so she settles into a well deserved nap. I head out on the bike to look for an internet café. The temperatures were hot. The traffic was slow. The bike kills. I get to the side of the road and shift into neutral. Looking at the dash I see no neutral light. Someone posted on advrider.com saying that the circuit breakers on Harley Davidson motorcycles reset in about 5 seconds. I stare at the dash lights. A couple seconds later the neutral light pops on. I hit the starter. The bike fires right up. WOW, this is huge. I replaced the ignition circuit breaker with a fuse, it can’t be that because fuses don’t reset. Any other possible problem, ignition sensor, ignition module, ignition coil would not cause the lights to go out. IT HAS TO BE THE MAIN CIRCUIT BREAKER. I’m not sure where this circuit breaker is but I need to replace it, ASAP. I am one happy dude, knowing I have a solid idea of what the bikes problem is and we are in a comfortable city and won’t mind staying here until we get a new part.
I answer a few emails and upload some photos. A guy sits down to a terminal next to me. It’s Matt from the ferry, unreal. Matt shows me some internet photos of the beach where he is going to caretaker a house. The place is beautiful to say the least.
OK, again I’m not making any of this up. I hop on the bike and ride up the road toward our hotel. I pull into a store to buy some water and pop. After when I get back on the bike, the ignition key will not turn to run, it only turns as far as accessory. I CAN’T BELIEVE THIS. I try for about a half an hour and no luck. I’m thinking it’s possibly the key, it looks pretty worn. I didn’t want to do it but I finally get out my tools and proceed to take part of the bike apart to retrieve the hidden key I have buried deep inside the bike. I should have taken a photo but I was just too frustrated. I get the key. I put the bike back together. I stick the key in the ignition. Same thing, it only turns as far as accessory. What is going on here? No one could have tampered with the bike while I was in the store. It was parked right in front of an all glass store front and I was only in there for a few minutes. No one could have tampered with the bike while I was in the internet café, the switch worked fine when I left there. What the heck!
I stay calm, thankful I’m only a few miles away from our hotel. I proceed to push the bike first along busy touristy store fronts then along the malecon. The temperatures were hot, the sun was blazing and I was sweating bullets. I’ve pushed many bikes many miles in the past but never a 1200 Harley Davidson half packed with gear. At this point I was glad I still lift weights and compete in marathon events. I made it. The bike is not leaving this hotel in Mazatlan until I get it fixed. The adventure continues…….
A day in Mazatlan: It was a bright hot sunny day. We walk to the big mall and grocery store. Their food alley has Wi-Fi, I need to get our buddies back home started on getting us some part numbers. We stock up at the grocery store, preparing to hunker down for as long as it takes and get this bike issue resolved.
I walk back to the mall several hours later to look for email responses, I have 2. One part, the part numbers agree. One part the numbers disagree. Crap, but cool. If you are trying to get critical parts shipped to you, in a foreign country, you need to have at least a double confirmation of the numbers, preferably 3.
Yes, the part number error is found ‘I have a double confirmation’ I assume I can just have the package sent to the DHL office here in Mazatlan but I’m not sure. I will feel more comfortable walking down to the DHL office tomorrow to get their exact address and all the correct info. ‘Been there, done that’ with international shipping. If it isn’t done just right, it can go sooo wrong.
It’s almost dark when I walk into the hotel courtyard. Heidi is talking with a couple ‘adventure’ looking dudes. Kenny (left) and Dick (next to Heidi) These guys are great. They ran into Conchita, Brian, and Dan (2-up South America’ people) they told them they were hoping to see the cave couple. Rocken. Conchita, Brian, and Dan are staying next door at Hotel Acuario.
Heidi and I are the only people at hotel Del Sol tonight. There are plenty of chairs in the court yard, for us all to hang out and rap……. All Right. Let the high level, high energy, ‘adventure / lifestyle / technical’ discussions begin. We are all ‘ Fired Up’. Either ‘Been there, done that’, ‘doing it Now’ or both. My brain is tingling. I want to hear what everyone is saying. Adventure verbiage is flying back and forth like wildfire in a wind storm. Dick and I should have done a flying chest bump right away and got it over with. I love talking with people like this. Everyone has good information and advice about just exactly what Heidi and I are doing. How Cool is that.
It is an honor to have this group of people, along with our ‘Adventure Rat Bike’ in the same photo.