After 3 days in Cabo I was starting to feel a bit pickled. We had been off our bikes for a few days, deciding to walk into town at night rather than risk (our lives) drinking and driving. I was actually getting a bit squirrelly to get back on the road so the timing was perfect.
We spend the last day hanging around and getting our bikes washed and ready to hit the road the next day.
Cruise line in town
Since a kid I always liked Desert Art, tacky or not.
I went out to find a carwash and found a place. There was a large lineup and a whole team of guys that come out to shine your car. My bike is an ugly pig to begin with and it was a mess so I just wanted to wash it myself. A worker sees me and flags me to come to the front of the line. I sheepishly agree and a whole crew of guys descends on the green pig. Scrubbing oil and bugs from every crevasse. I think the was was around $3 and I tipped a few bucks – I’m sure they talk about the gingo who paid $5 to have his motorcycle washed, but for me it was money well spent.
So shiny you can hardly stare at it