Once upon a time i had a rusted KLR with shot rear suspension in Panama.
Martin shipped a rear shock he found in the depths of his garage. It allowed me to continue my mission north bound.
Then, only an hour away from San Fran, my head gasket split and the bike was again at wits end. With-out sweat Brenton and John (Martin was riding in Alaska) picked my sorry ass up and helped me re-prepare and 're-hydrate' for the remainder of the journey.
I owe these boys and their San Fransisco base a lot! And hope beyond hope that i can somehow return the favor either in Cochabamba, Bolivia or NSW, Australia when the opportunity arises.