Mike gets in trouble with the police, yet again!
From Mexico City, Mike and I ride a beautiful route through the mountains west to Lago Chapala.
Mike is determined to have interaction with the police from every country we have ridden through and to get the attention of the Mexican police, runs a red light, twice. How he didn't see it, or notice that the police were there, at the intersection, was beyond me. So while the police blow their whistles at him, he ignores it and keeps riding, expecting me to follow. The police then turn their attention to me, so I inturn ignore them and when the light turns green, I ride off in the opposite direction. Of course this means that I lose him and after a half hour of wandering the streets of Chapala (the bike parked up in a back street to avoid any further interest from the police) I locate Mike. He had been caught by the police while he was waiting for me up the road a bit, but had manged to argue his way out of it, talking about being a tourist etc.
Calmed down we then settle into a nice evening, and to prove that I still have what it takes, when Mike left me for 5 minutes to get some money from the hotel room, I was chatted up and asked out for a beer by a local Mexican. It might have been flattering except that this guy must have been nearing 50 years old and would have tucked under my arm, he was that short. Bless him though, he scuttled away in such a hurry when I pointed out the tall good looking guy walking towards us was actually my boyfriend.
We spent a few nights at Puerto Vallarta and then onto Mazatlan before parting company again, the mountains and Copper Canyon for Mike and the beach and surf of Baja California for me.
Mike is determined to have interaction with the police from every country we have ridden through and to get the attention of the Mexican police, runs a red light, twice. How he didn't see it, or notice that the police were there, at the intersection, was beyond me. So while the police blow their whistles at him, he ignores it and keeps riding, expecting me to follow. The police then turn their attention to me, so I inturn ignore them and when the light turns green, I ride off in the opposite direction. Of course this means that I lose him and after a half hour of wandering the streets of Chapala (the bike parked up in a back street to avoid any further interest from the police) I locate Mike. He had been caught by the police while he was waiting for me up the road a bit, but had manged to argue his way out of it, talking about being a tourist etc.
Calmed down we then settle into a nice evening, and to prove that I still have what it takes, when Mike left me for 5 minutes to get some money from the hotel room, I was chatted up and asked out for a beer by a local Mexican. It might have been flattering except that this guy must have been nearing 50 years old and would have tucked under my arm, he was that short. Bless him though, he scuttled away in such a hurry when I pointed out the tall good looking guy walking towards us was actually my boyfriend.
We spent a few nights at Puerto Vallarta and then onto Mazatlan before parting company again, the mountains and Copper Canyon for Mike and the beach and surf of Baja California for me.
posted by Michelle at 8:20 pm
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