Mike has a run in with the police - again!
We limp into San Rafael, carburetor still playing up. It's quite a cool town, and it has a few wineries which always help. Although if you ever do make here, don't bother thinking it would be nice to go for a walk and have a bottle of wine and picnic in the park. Even the gypsies camp on the outskirts of it as it's probably the most unkept, awful park I've ever seen marked on a map.
But anyway, we locate a fellow called Luis whose teenage daughter collects spiders, scorpions and insects to set in resin and make into key rings and gear lever knobs. A little wierd but Luis can clean out my carburetor, so I don't say anything. So the bike gets stripped down and starts resembling one of the insects from Luis' daughter's collection. Then the police turn up. We start thinking, oops, that was a rather 'orange' light we went through following Luis to his work shop.
They've seen Mike's bike parked out the front and we've been busted. Doh!
A rather scary looking busted up cop comes in, all smiles if that is possible with the bad teeth he has, followed by a rather neatly dressed colleague. Turns out, the busted up cop, who has turned up on a bike, was just checking out Mike's BMW. Can't be much crime happening in San Rafael as we have their attention for over an hour discussing the finer points of the BMW 650GS versus the KLR 650 (You have to ride one to understand). And also the poor quality of gear supplied to the police. We get shown all manner of scars and bruises but in the end it is decided that the KLR650 is a much better and more comfortable bike than the GS. Doesn't stop them both jumping on Mike's bike for a photo shoot though.
It seems the police in South America, rather than hanging out in donut shops drinking coffee, hang out in bike shops or at the bike mechanics.
But anyway, we locate a fellow called Luis whose teenage daughter collects spiders, scorpions and insects to set in resin and make into key rings and gear lever knobs. A little wierd but Luis can clean out my carburetor, so I don't say anything. So the bike gets stripped down and starts resembling one of the insects from Luis' daughter's collection. Then the police turn up. We start thinking, oops, that was a rather 'orange' light we went through following Luis to his work shop.
They've seen Mike's bike parked out the front and we've been busted. Doh!
A rather scary looking busted up cop comes in, all smiles if that is possible with the bad teeth he has, followed by a rather neatly dressed colleague. Turns out, the busted up cop, who has turned up on a bike, was just checking out Mike's BMW. Can't be much crime happening in San Rafael as we have their attention for over an hour discussing the finer points of the BMW 650GS versus the KLR 650 (You have to ride one to understand). And also the poor quality of gear supplied to the police. We get shown all manner of scars and bruises but in the end it is decided that the KLR650 is a much better and more comfortable bike than the GS. Doesn't stop them both jumping on Mike's bike for a photo shoot though.
It seems the police in South America, rather than hanging out in donut shops drinking coffee, hang out in bike shops or at the bike mechanics.
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