After lunch things went a little wrong.
I mentioned that we might run out of day light. Rollergirl said that she didn't want to rev her bike too much on the 20 miles of highway. So we swapped bikes, because like all know-it-all men, I knew that 250's are meant to be wrung out every now and then. I pinned it up the canyon!
Then the bike started running badly and finally came to a halt at the side of the road. OOPS!
So I did what anybody would have done. Left my loving wife and her dead bike hiding behind a bush and headed for the border at race pace. Straight to the front of the line. Load up truck. Buy insurance for truck. Cross back over border.
2 1/2 hours after leaving her, I was back and loaded her bike in the truck. Drove back to border. Ate tacos. Sat in line at border for 1 1/2 hours. Bought a flan from the funny vendor. We don't like flan. Spent last pesos on fresh churros.
Made it home a little later than we had planned. I love you baby!