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If a picture tells a story: Well, there’s a lot going on here! Driving south of Puerticitos, the rusty Series chassis finally packs it in. We limp back to town, and find Jay. Without hesitating he points us to the local food shack, ah, er, cantina, and he sets to work on the broken beast.
Well, after a couple days below the boarder Tyler (age 9) figures he knows Spanish, and begins talking jibberish. Really scary though is that our new friend starts talking back to him. No one knows what either was saying! Anyway, after a good lunch of taquitos and Tecates, and $35 for Jay, we’re back on the road. 3 years later, that weld is still holding. Turns out that Jay’s rescued a few friends of mine too, when they’ve broken down while doing the “Baja.” |
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When we
return, one of the more colorful locals has dropped in with a bag full of beers,
and proceeds to begin “assisting” with the operation. He’s soon consumed
about a dozen of the bottles and is quite happy.