Heya guys. Been having a blast here in Baja over the last couple of weeks. A few of you may have noticed that my GPS locator hasn't moved in the better part of two weeks and to be honest neither have I too much. The beach camp here just south of Loreto is the shit. Lots of snorkeling and fishing and hiking and all that jazz. Just livin the life, you know. Well... it hasn't all been peachy keen. I've a question I would like to throw out there to you guys. How The FUCK Does THIS shit happen? So I'm riding down the road one night, returning from town. There is nothing special or particularly hardcore about this road. No wheelies, no jumps, no hard hits. Just about 20 miles of washboard. I'm putzin along in fourth gear when the front falls off. The front just fell off. I hit the deck and slide to a stop. I may have cussed a few times before I strapped my tank bag to my back and walked some ten to fifteen miles back to camp. I don't think I made it back until well after 2AM. Needless to say I was pretty pissed off. And my mind still has trouble wrapping around HOW exactly this happened. Before I left home i even sandblasted my frame and checked everything for any stress cracks before having it all powdercoated. I was lucky, though. I walked away from it with little more than a stiff knee after eating shit in fourth gear, which I estimate puts me somewhere between 45-50MPH. Had it been daylight hours I no doubt would have been going quite a bit quicker and could have really been in trouble. And now with the frame out of the way checking valves will be nice and easy. So, anyway, I managed to work out a deal with a local farmer and hauled my bike over to his place for storage. Now I haven't told anyone back home about any of this and probably won't until I get myself situated a little better. I was able to borrow Ian's bike to run into town and get the word out. As far as a game plan goes, I'm going to throw the rest of my camp gear into storage down at the beach camp for the time being and try to catch a ride back into town with just a backpack to haul around. I'll grab a hotel and try to figure out the logistics of it all. By the sounds of it I'll have to catch a bus down to La Paz and then catch a flight to Tijuana where I should be able to walk across the border back into San Diego. Either that or maybe catch a ride with some folks going north. Once I'm across the border I'll be shopping around for a truck to both haul my bike north and live out of for the next several week-months while I try to establish myself on the west coast. A small diesel pickup with a cap would be nice, 4X4 would be superb, but beggars can't be choosers. When it all comes down to it, my main priority needs to be just go get north of the border and from there I can just wing it. Now the reason I am posting all of this is that, simply put, I don't know anyone on the west coast short of Motomedic and he's a bit out of range. I'm open to any and all suggestions. I don't think I'll have a problem getting into San Diego and finding a place, motel or otherwise, to crash for a few. Everything else is kind of in the air. And so if anyone has and ideas, lets hear them. I'll be posting in the regionals as well, but I'm limited with my communication around here. I've no cell phone and won't have WIFI again for another week after I get dropped off back in town again. For what it's worth, I've about $6K to my name with which I'll be "Starting my new life". I'm willing to put about half of that into a (hopefully) reliable vehicle.