Gas situation critical. Making plans now in my mind as to what to take and wear when I eventually abandon the little Klondike by the side of the wilderness road. I don’t fear the bears near as much as I fear the mosquitoes.
Finally, after a considerable distance I spot Gregg, aka Al Pacino up ahead. He finally matches. This morning before taking off from the hotel in Fairbanks I walk over, try on his Klim jacket and offer up a swap for his blue Klim, which he accepts.
He couldn’t have been more satisfied. The jacket I was wearing was an Africa Twin Klim Limited version that I bought when I owned one. And my little Klondike well, it’s a Kawasaki.
This morning at Pikes hotel we spot a few newly arrived big BMW GSA ADVENTURE motorcycles. All were plated from the Mexico City area. I start a conversation in Spanish with one of the guys; everyone in the group is surprisingly small, just barely over 5’ tall. He seemed surprised that I would start a conversation without introducing myself and even a little standoffish.
I made mention that three of our group rode their bikes from Mexico City. Still no real Spaniard brotherly love was felt. I guess Roberto 2 was right when he said that the BMW riders in Mexico are all really snobbish.
Before I left him to get ready to ride, I said to him in English, “you have a big bike but, probably a very small penis? He responds with Si! I bid him an adios and a pinchi puta.
The mosquitoes now at Camp Snoopy are relentless. If it wasn’t for the hot springs that I am now soaking in; Rons smoked salmon, that cold Amber beer and the fact that I didn’t run out of fuel, I wouldn’t be nearly as happy or disappointed.
Look at this road and tell me if you would drive or ride it?
Road to Coldfoot tomorrow. Wish us luck!
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Trawlercat Chronicles 