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Old 11-23-2012, 05:58 PM   #83
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It's another early morning ride, it's cold and still abit dark.

Chilis drying in the field.

I make one last stop for some Birria and coffee.

Arizona somewhere in the valley.

There's the fence. And I'm starting to get a little bit sad.

I get stopped at 3 different check points, they search me thoroughly.
As I ride through Agua Prieta, 2 cars slow down next to me while rolling down their windows, I'm not sure what to think of this and then I see them with their cameras. Unbelievable, they're taking pictures of me, I give thumbs up and ride on.

I do a half ass attempt at trying to find the Auduna and find myself in the line to cross the border. I screwed this up.
Pull up to the window and confuse English with Spanish several times.
The guy tells me I'll have to reenter Mexico so that I can check the bike back out.
"So I'll have to get back in line then".
Border agent "Hell man, your on a bike, just cut through, I don't care".
Sweet. I get the bike checked out and cut back through the line. This upset alot of people I guess.
Long story short.
I get pulled in for inspection, but at least I'm out of the sun.
This guy is hoping to find something, so I let him dig around in my dirty clothes bag and watch the grimace on his face appear as 2 weeks of nasty sweaty stink come pouring out. I almost laughed out loud. He didn't do that thorough of a job on the second one. But went through everything else.

Almost 3500 miles through Mexico.
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