So I'm a newb around here, semi newb to the international adventure thing, and kind of a newb to the whole ride reports in general. I am not a newb however to motorcycles or long distance travel. Here's my first attempt at an ADV RR...bear with me. My brother lives in LA, and last year I had him pick up a 1997 Suzuki DR650 to keep there for me to ride when I come to visit. I live in Alabama, and try my best to visit once or twice a year. Needless to say, the bike didn't manage to stay in LA very long. Talking with a friend of mine, I decided I would ride the bike south, down the Baja, hop the ferry to Mazatlan and continue forward to Panama where I would meet him the following year to continue forward. The route planning began I gathered tools and and double checked my list Due to the fact that I work a normal 9-5 job, and my vacation is broken up throughout the year, I was going to have to split the trip to Panama into 2 legs. This would be my first leg of the journey, and I hoped to end in Puebla, MX where I would leave the bike. My intentions are to return in July to complete the second leg to Panama According to what I had calculated, I was going to complete a total of around 2,200 miles over the course of 7 days for the first leg of the trip. This was going to be a challenge. I would leave Saturday morning from Los Angeles and "hope" to arrive the following Saturday in Puebla, MX......."hope" being the key word here! Things started going screwy for me on the very first day. Often times I find that people are not very well adapt to things going wrong. For some reason I have a totally different approach when shit turns south. For the most part, I've just learned to laugh them off. My flight leaves sometime Friday morning from the local airport. I land in Dallas and plan to catch a connecting flight to Los Angeles. Once I arrive at the gate, I find out that there is a delay in my flight. Apparently the hatch on the plane is not operating properly and is in need of repair. Cool, let the waiting begin. After about a two hour delay we finally board. The pilot proceeds to tell us that the can not fly at the typical velocity due to the repairs to the hatch. Great!!!! So now we're flying around at 30,000ft. with zip ties for hatch hinges and duct tape for door seals. Let's do this thing! I arrive at LAX almost 3hrs behind schedule. It's dark and close to 9pm. My brother picks me up and we head to the casa. After staying out late finishing up a few small things on the bike (wiring accessory outlets and such), I manage to get in bed a little after midnight. The next morning comes early, and I'm on the road to the border by 6:30am.