machete
black out
the day was getting longer, and we made it down to the coast, and gassed up, paco, is hard of hearing, mostly with a full face helmet on, and harley straight pipes next to him, and I rolled in behind him at the gas station and said one word to him...."PANAMA" he says "what?" I said " PANAMA" fuck it, lets go! he just smiles this shit eating grin, mirroring the one I got on me, and starts to laugh....you motherfucker.......so we gas up and go over to the coastal road.
My knee is hurting pretty good, but goddam it, I'm going to keep riding. for those that said the harley wouldn't make it....it's at this moment that I realize and know that it is the only bike I want to be on at the moment. this chick took a massive beating, and is still going. pure steel, iron, and 50's technology at it's greatest. simple machinery, that took a hit, and now we're moving forward. reinforce the duct tape as it has blood seeping out, and we move on. the coastal rode is beautiful, and we finally make it to the central hwy. that takes us to panama, and around 5pm, the rains start to come down in full force....rain gear on, we continue....until we reach what appears to be an impass.....there are police out saying that the road is closed....but like much of the world, business must continue, so there has to be a way around.....he finally relents and tells us that traffick is diverting 15 km. to the south around a dirt/mud road. we take it. fuck it, it's already gotten worst, how bad could it be. we get to the mud road, and it's full on raining, we take one photo, and I like how dark the photo turned out, because that's how I felt....dark, tired, cold, wet, and in a hell of a lot of pain. i just tried to keep the left leg on the bike, and not have to bend the knee much.....
My knee is hurting pretty good, but goddam it, I'm going to keep riding. for those that said the harley wouldn't make it....it's at this moment that I realize and know that it is the only bike I want to be on at the moment. this chick took a massive beating, and is still going. pure steel, iron, and 50's technology at it's greatest. simple machinery, that took a hit, and now we're moving forward. reinforce the duct tape as it has blood seeping out, and we move on. the coastal rode is beautiful, and we finally make it to the central hwy. that takes us to panama, and around 5pm, the rains start to come down in full force....rain gear on, we continue....until we reach what appears to be an impass.....there are police out saying that the road is closed....but like much of the world, business must continue, so there has to be a way around.....he finally relents and tells us that traffick is diverting 15 km. to the south around a dirt/mud road. we take it. fuck it, it's already gotten worst, how bad could it be. we get to the mud road, and it's full on raining, we take one photo, and I like how dark the photo turned out, because that's how I felt....dark, tired, cold, wet, and in a hell of a lot of pain. i just tried to keep the left leg on the bike, and not have to bend the knee much.....