I ride through the mountains with the knowledge of multiple crashes in my inbox. Many fellow adv riders seem to have crashed over the last little bit. A fellow adventurer
in Mexico came off her bike in a high speed crash and thinks while her body is recovering in her mind she can not get back on again, so looks to continue on two up with her husband.
in el Salvador goes down in an intersection and into surgery with compound fractures This is what I fear. Falling off. I get nervous. I just want to make this boat without falling.
Winding down through the hills, I turn back onto the Pan American. Its straight and uninspiring, and for the first time ever I see its filled with police with speed traps everywhere. Multitudes of golden arches lined the road and American chains set up everywhere.
On dusk looking for a place to rest I pulled into a restaurant to ask directions to a camp ground or similar. I met a group of Canadians who stated they knew a place I could camp in a local rv place with a pool, and invited me for dinner with them before they take me there. A very pleasant way to spend the evening.