So, I’ve got a week, I’m in Tucson with two motorcycles, and I want to ride. Still a lot to see in my backyard, and of course there’s Colorado, Utah, and New Mexico. Wait a minute! Did somebody say Mexico? Hmm... I’ve been toying with the idea of buying an RV, and my buddy is trying to be supportive while giving me shit at the same time. He suggested that I go down to San Carlos to look at boats. Much to the chagrin of the poor RV salesman in Mesa, I think this sounds like a fine idea. I like boats, I have absolutely no sailing experience, and I’ve been thinking about riding in Mexico for years now. Plus, I hear they do that scuba diving thing down there as well. I even thought about learning to speak Spanish a couple of years ago. Sounds like a plan. Like most of my trips, that’s about the extent of my planning. I have a rough idea of what documentation I need and know that I need Mexican insurance, but let’s be honest, I’ve spent more time looking at boats for sale and dive shop websites than anything else. More than likely, I’ll run down the 15 to get to San Carlos, spend a few days there, and then make my way up the coast to the Yuma crossing. I’m sort of hoping you fucking fucks can fill in the gaps and keep me out of trouble. While this sounds like a good trip for the WRR, the poor girl is sick. The left fork leaks, the chain slider is shot, and the chain isn’t in great shape if you look at it with your eyes open. The tires could probably make it, but the front is iffy. I just don’t have time to source the parts and do the work before I head back to the the sandbox. Fortunately, I have this puppy in the stable with fresh oil and she’s raring to go... So, yeah, I’m leaving Wednesday, about eighteen hours from now. Maybe I should get ready or something.