My perfect birthday

6th May 2015

We are staying at a cheap hostal, which Kristjan also stayed at a week ago, because it is perfectly located between the airport, the shipper’s office and the cargo area. Anthony did ask whether I would like to stay at the much more expensive hotel across the road, but I don’t think it is worth paying 7 times more, for 3 nights, for an airport hotel – if it had been a country retreat, or beach hotel, maybe, but not for an airport hotel which can only be large, impersonal with horrendous food prices. The El Hangar hostal is clean and the staff really lovely. Ok our room is very small, thin walled with one tiny high window and the hostal full of passing travelers who don’t care about anyone whatever time of the night, but it is perfectly located.

El Hangar hostal, behind the petrol station, Medellin airport

El Hangar hostal, behind the petrol station, Medellin airport

Our room at El Hangar hostal, Medellin airport

Our room at El Hangar hostal, Medellin airport

I wake up on my birthday to a beautiful blue sky and birthday card which Anthony designed on his iPad. I read all my birthday messages on Facebook, WhatsApp, and email. It is nice to still feel connected to all my family and friends. For breakfast, we walk 10′ up the road rather than eat at the hostal and have a delicious omelet and coffee. On the way back we stop at the most incredible supermarket: it sells all the usual supermarket kind of stuff, but also has a hardware corner where amongst many things, we buy plastic tubing by the metre: we need to empty the fuel tanks for the flight to Panama. We also buy a bucket, toilet brush to get into the places fingers can’t quite reach, and food for tomorrow as we will be at the cargo area for hours while the drug inspection is conducted.

Shopping done, time to re-wash the bikes

Shopping done, time to re-wash the bikes

My birthday morning is then spent re-washing our bikes.  We had washed them the day before at a mountain roadside truck wash, but just before we arrived into Medellin, we had to cross a very muddy puddly right across the road – no way to avoid it, and even going at walking pace, it splashed beautifully!! Because the bikes were clean, the muddy spray is even more visible!! Anthony finds someone to give our 5 litres of spare fuel to and he comes over while Anthony syphons the tanks. No luck – the fuel doesn’t flow up despite several attempts at sucking in the horrid fuel fumes. The guy takes over and tries several times. No luck. Too bad, the mechanic who is going to strip our bikes tomorrow will have to empty the tanks himself.

Final bike clean before shipping

Final bike clean before shipping

Bikes washed and ready for tomorrow, panniers packed and a few essentials left out for the next 5 days (it is interesting how we manage to live with so little now), a warm shower (we have had a few too many cold showers of late so a warm one is lovely), time for a quick lunch at the hostal and we walk over to the airport to catch a bus to town. Medellin is 30kms away, on the other side of a range of hills. We have the rest of the day free, so why not make the most of it and traveling by bus is a novelty for us, so I am looking forward to the trip. TripAdvisor is a great source of information on things to see in places we haven’t visited before and based on what I have read, I have no great expectation for Medellin, but Anthony has done some research and has found a sculpture park!! Great!! I have always loved sculptures, so I am looking forward to seeing them.

All our luggage for the next 5 days

All our luggage for the next 5 days

We thought buses travelled fast when we are on the bikes, but being on one of them, they seem ever faster, especially on mountain roads!! And I am worried about the flights to Panama?!  It is reassuring however to notice that they pull over to the side when a vehicle overtaking needs a little more space to squeeze past oncoming traffic. There is understanding, anticipation and courtesy despite the apparent madness when overtaking.

Medellin in huge, the 2nd largest city in Colombia. As we approach the city centre, it feels so different to other Colombian or even other South American cities. The streets are lined with tiny stands, often selling identical goods to the one next to it – we see so many cap stands yet don’t see that many people wearing them!?! The pavements are full of people walking or just standing, seemingly waiting for the day to pass. We walk around the square, past all the sculptures, watch people watching, but do not linger and return to the bus stop to go back to the airport. A perfect little outing.

Plaza Botero sculpture, Medellin

Plaza Botero sculpture, Medellin

The only sculpture I liked - is the guy behind me really listening to music?!...

The only sculpture I liked – is the guy behind me really listening to music?!…

Umbrella repaIrer in Medellin

Umbrella repaIrer in Medellin

Great bike!

Great bike!

Plaza Botero, Medellin

Plaza Botero, Medellin

Medellin suburbs

Medellin suburbs

Before walking back to the hostal from the airport, time for a coffee and birthday cake at the airport!! Delicious!!

My birthday cake - marzipan frog

My birthday cake – marzipan frog

Oops

Oops

Back at the hostal to watch a movie Anthony has downloaded onto his iPad, Wild Target with Bill Nighy, before an early dinner back at the place we had breakfast as they were so friendly there.

Birthday dinner with banana chips

Birthday dinner with banana chips

It was a busy and full day but perfect, the best part being sharing and enjoying the simple things in life with my darling and reading all my birthday messages from family and friends. A perfect 58th birthday 🙂

– Anne

Over the Darien Gap

Having decided to fly both ourselves and the motorbikes over the Darien Gap we must make our way to Medellin airport to prepare the bikes for shipment. Early morning traffic is reasonably light and apart from the potholes and constant stream of motorbikes lane splitting, something we cannot undertake with our panniers, we steadily make our way out of Bogota, which we have enjoyed.

As we make our first descent, roadworks, mostly aimed as shoring up the mountainside, are in progress, at one point the stop/go sign holder walks ahead of us moving the road cones back, pursued by a gaggle of motorcyclists who have filtered to the front of the queue.

Waiting on the lollypop man.

Waiting on the lollypop man.

It is interesting how, in many countries where small motorbikes are commonplace, filtering between lanes is normal and acceptable, especially when the traffic is stopped or slow moving. This allows the benefits of being a motorbike rider in the community to be enhanced. In the western world, this practice, as a general rule, is frowned upon or illegal. This reminds me of that experiment of filling a glass jar with large stones and asking the audience if it is full, then adding small rocks, gravel and finally water and each time asking the audience if the jar is full. The motorbikes are the sand in my mind.

Highway down the Rio Negro valley.

Highway down the Rio Negro valley.

A new double lane highway runs up the valley of the river Negro, beautifully cambered and sparsely trafficked, a pleasure to ride. We will miss these types of open uninhabited roads we have found in South America. I am certain that Central America will not offer the same opportunities.

We all like to think of ourselves as adventure riders, but occasionally we come across a real adventure rider. This man daily takes on the challenge of delivering up to 1 meter high stack of eggs to his customers on the roads and tracks around the town of Pueto Salgar.

Scrambled eggs anyone?

Scrambled eggs anyone?

This is a real adventure rider, not the pale imitation that I am. We watch him ride out navigating the truck park, potholes and small lakes masquerading as puddles with his load of eggs. Back to safe tarmac for me.

We decided to do the journey from Medelling to Bogota over a couple of days and stop over for the night just past Puerto Triunfo. Anne chose the standard room with fan – not realising this meant cold shower only.

Just a cold stream of water called a shower

Just a cold stream of water called a shower

Before shipping the motorbikes, we need to give them a clean. It is surprising how dirty they get, especially after the odd rain shower We have noticed in the mountainous areas, near fast flowing streams and rivers for an endless supply of free water, truck cleaning facilities. Here the trucks are made sparkling clean and we probably see more than half the businesses occupied at any one time. We find one unused, and are allowed by the bemused operators to clean our bikes.

Roadside cleaning, just a little more dirt to remove.

Roadside cleaning, just a little more dirt to remove.

All clean at the truck wash.

All clean at the truck wash.

The rest of our journey to Medellin is uneventful and pleasant, apart from the mud puddle across the road, that even at a few kilometres an hour negates the recent cleaning activity!  We met our shipper, Dora, all our paperwork is ready for signing.

Tomorrow is Anne’s Birthday. Anne will cover her Birthday in a separate blog………….

We ride our bikes to the airport and into the Cargo area to be confronted by the first challenge of the day. The only way onto the loading dock is to ride up a short flight of stairs! Err no not for us –  while I think I understand the physics and we are told Kristjian made it up last week, we both decide that the mechanic can do it, we don’t take risks unnecessarily. We lighten the bikes and up the mechanic goes over a few steps, ABS kicking in on the loading dock surface.

The first work to be undertaken is to remove excess fuel from the tanks. The mechanic who has ridden the bikes up the pallets and stairs tries unsuccessfully with the old syphon via a hose. This works as well for him as it did for me yesterday, not at all! Apart from the taste of fuel and a lung full of fumes, we both achieved nothing. I am able to show him how to remove the fuel pump and filter unit, based on our experiences with Anne’s bike in Myanmar. Maybe restoring some street cred after not riding the motorbikes up the stairs, probably not.

Streak and Storm stripped down for Custom's inspection

Streak and Storm stripped down for Customs’ inspection

After the mechanic removes the side panels of the motorbikes, the drug dog and his handler appear and check out the motorbikes for drugs. Another officer, who spoke English had checked our panniers and bags and helpfully repacked the panniers, another friendly and helpful Columbian.

Drug sniffing dog at work checking our motorbikes

Drug sniffing dog at work checking our motorbikes

All clear, paperwork signed off and the bikes can be reassembled. In three hours since we arrived, we are all done and the motorbikes are wrapped in plastic wrap. Why did we not wrap the motorbikes when we started the trip to keep then clean? Possibly not too easy to ride.

Well wrapped up!

Well wrapped up!

We just need to get the motorbikes up onto the loading dock, so more pallets and muscle power and the motorbikes are ready to be loaded onto a cargo plane on Saturday. We will see them again in Panama City on Monday.

Getting the motorbikes up onto the departure bay

Getting the motorbikes up onto the departure bay

We return to the shipping company to make payment, and Dora, our contact, invites us join her for lunch. We are joined by her colleagues including her son Julian, who has been our English translator during the shipping process, the other three turn out to be Dora’s husband William, his brother Fernando and her brother Felipe. It’s a real family run business.  (Our Visas and Borders section will have information on Dora’s company Master Logistic and other useful shipping contacts soon)

 

Jullian, Felipe, William, Dora amd Fernando

Jullian, Felipe, William, Dora amd Fernando

We have a regional speciality for lunch, Bandeja Paisa, which with the great company perfectly rounds off our stay in Medellin.

A small ' Bandeja paisa' a local Antioquia district dish

A small ‘ Bandeja paisa’ a local Antioquia district dish

Our first flight is interesting, the distance between Medellin and Bogota is only some 200km away by air. Flight time is about 30 minutes, by road it is a minimum of 9 hours! It took us 11 hours. We had seen few buses between the two cities, most people travel by air with flights every 20-30 minutes. Having done both ways, air is definitely the quickest and easiest.

We depart Columbia having enjoyed the country and its people immensely. Columbia goes on our shortlist of counties we have high on our list of places to return to.  Panama and Central America await us.

– Anthony

From Finca Haven to Bogota Megalopolis

After our visit to Parque del Cafe outside Montenegro, we make our way to our Finca hotel, a 150 year old house on a coffee plantation. After taking a wrong turn, down a single lane track for 3 kms, a kindly couple accept to call the owner of the finca for us to give us directions. The couple offer to take us there and the owner came towards us – all so helpful!!! Once again, the kindness of people, who we will never be able to repay in any way, touches us deeply.

We are the only guests at the finca. Neither the owner Jo nor the caretaker Suzy speak a word of English. But it doesn’t stop them chatting away. I manage to get the jist of what they say but it is a struggle for me. I really should have taken some Spanish lessons…. Jo tells me of the things we should do in the area and visit. I think she is shocked and horrified that we could spend 2 nights here and not go anywhere when I tell her we just want to stay at the finca and relax.

El Laurel Finca hotel, Montenegro, Colombia

El Laurel Finca hotel, Montenegro, Colombia

Over our time at the finca, Suzy would come to us with freshly squeezed fruit juices and then chat away. We spend a wonderful time sitting on the porch, watching the birds, the amazing hummingbirds darting from one flower to another, stopping in mid flight and darting off again. The garden is gorgeous. So peaceful. We walk a few kms to the closest roadside restaurant and have a great grilled trout for lunch. The clouds build up during day, culminating in an almighty storm. The noise of the rain on the big tropical tree leaves near our room and the roof is deafening. We enjoying nature unfolding from our porch rocking chairs. After a game of scrabble on the porch, our 3 course dinner is served by Suzy in the large empty dining room.

Just relaxing at our Finca Hotel El Laurel, Colombia

Just relaxing at our Finca Hotel El Laurel, Colombia

Loving sitting on the porch watching and listening to the rain pelting down

Loving sitting on the porch watching and listening to the rain pelting down

We have a long day ahead to get to Bogota as we have a few mountain passes to get over so we get up at 5.30am and we are on our way just after 7am. Yet again, what a ride. I keep Streak’s fuel tank above half full and thankfully don’t have any problem. Our first 3 hours are sssslllloooowww. 3 hours to do 70kms. Why so slow?! Slow trucks up mountain passes on a very windy road with limited overtaking opportunity.

Slow and windy Ruta 40 heading east towards Bogota

Slow and windy Ruta 40 heading east towards Bogota

Green Willy, Colombia

Green Willy, Colombia

There are grand plans for Ruta 40

There are grand plans for Ruta 40

Following local riders past a long line of stopped traffic down the mountain

Following local riders past a long line of stopped traffic down the mountain

The cause of the traffic hold up

The cause of the traffic hold up

Easy ride up the mountain for cyclists!!

Easy ride up the mountain for cyclists!!

Heading into the clouds on Ruta 40, Colombia

Heading into the clouds on Ruta 40, Colombia

Colombia is colourful in so many ways - fruit, foliage, road signs

Colombia is colourful in so many ways – fruit, foliage, road signs

But once again, what stunning scenery. And lots and lots of heavily armed military. Always giving us the thumbs up sign. I notice the car behind me at one time kept hooting as we passed each soldier. We arrive at our hotel in Bogota by 4pm after a nine hour day. Before we can drive our bikes into the car park, we have to wait for the explosive inspection!

One of 2 explosive sniffer dogs at our hotel, Bogota, Colombia

One of 2 explosive sniffer dogs at our hotel, Bogota, Colombia

Our first day in Bogota and we opt against taking 3 buses plus a longish walk to get to our first sightseeing destination and choose the luxury of a cab to be driven there. When we get to a large city, we don’t use the bikes but walk, or take public transport or taxis. We ride enough as it is without visiting sites in our riding gear!! Not riding means we can look around, observe local life, see what business are selling – riding in these parts of the world, our concentration is pretty intense, on the road, traffic and all sorts of sudden unexpected hazards.

As we drive towards Zipaquira, each soldier gives every car passing by the thumbs up and our taxi driver hoots at each soldier along the road. Like the car behind me yesterday. I think it might be a sign of appreciation to the military providing the average Colombian peace and safety. The threat is obviously real and still current.

What are we doing in Zipaquira? Salt deposits in Zipaquirá were formed 250 million years ago, and were raised above sea level during the late Tertiary period, when the Andes were formed. Halite, the natural form of salt, has been mined since the 5th century BC and the pre-Columbian Muisca culture traded salt, emeralds and coal for raw cotton. Miners had carved a sanctuary, as a place for their daily prayers asking for protection to the saints before starting to work. The first Salt Cathedral was inaugurated in 1954 and dedicated to Our Lady of Rosary, Patron saint of miners but as the church but structural problems, the authorities to shut it in 1990 for safety concerns. A new Cathedral was inaugurated in 1995. Its various corridors and sanctuaries were achieved by making small but significant additions to the caves left behind by previous mining operations. This is what we have come to see. But I hadn’t realised the extent of the underground tunnels open to visitors and the number of chapels!! It was truly stunning. Being claustrophobic, it was a bit of a challenge but worth it!!!

 

Catedral del Sal, Zipaquira, Colombia

Catedral del Sal, Zipaquira, Colombia

Catedral del Sal, Zipaquira, Colombia

Catedral del Sal, Zipaquira, Colombia

I didn’t know this: very crudely, halide deposits are mined by drilling wells into the salt layer, bringing hot water which dissolves the salt into a brine, the brine is saturated with dissolved salt, pumped out, evaporated and the remainder salt crystalises and is harvested. This is what we call “rock salt”!

I had read that Bogota had a substantial network for cyclists and on the way to the Salt Cathedral yesterday, we saw cycling corridors along the main arterials. Proper corridors, separated from the main road by a low concrete wall. Not like the painted bicycle lanes we have in Australia which suddenly disappear or gradually get squeezed down to a ridiculously narrow lane that wouldn’t give cyclists any protection from passing cars or busses. Sunday morning, half the street outside our hotel is blocked off for cyclists, runners, walkers. Vendors have set up little stalls selling water, freshly squeezed fruit juices, snacks. There is even a tyre repair stand.

View of the closed off road for cyclists and walkers, Bogota, Colombia

View of the closed off road for cyclists and walkers, Bogota, Colombia

Good use of a bus stop for bicycle tyre repair on Sunday, Bogota, Colombia

Good use of a bus stop for bicycle tyre repair on Sunday, Bogota, Colombia

Our Sunday afternoon in Bogota:

Enjoying fresh shredded mango, Bogota, Colombia

Enjoying fresh shredded mango, Bogota, Colombia

Plaza Bolivar, Bogota

Plaza Bolivar, Bogota

La Candelaria, Bogota, Colombia

La Candelaria, Bogota, Colombia

Army security, La Candelaria, Bogota, Colombia

Army security, La Candelaria, Bogota, Colombia

La Candelaria, Bogota, Colombia

La Candelaria, Bogota, Colombia

Grower with her 10 year old bonzais, La Candelaria, Bogota, Colombia

Grower with her 10 year old bonzais, La Candelaria, Bogota, Colombia

La Candelaria, Bogota, Colombia

La Candelaria, Bogota, Colombia

La Candelaria graffiti, Bogota, Colombia

La Candelaria graffiti, Bogota, Colombia

La Candelaria graffiti, Bogota, Colombia

La Candelaria graffiti, Bogota, Colombia

La Candelaria graffiti, Bogota, Colombia

La Candelaria graffiti, Bogota, Colombia

Work in progress, La Candelaria graffiti, Bogota, Colombia

Work in progress, La Candelaria graffiti, Bogota, Colombia

La Candelaria graffiti, Bogota, Colombia

La Candelaria graffiti, Bogota, Colombia

La Candelaria graffiti, Bogota, Colombia

La Candelaria graffiti, Bogota, Colombia

La Candelaria graffiti, Bogota, Colombia

La Candelaria graffiti, Bogota, Colombia

Even though I thought I would happily skip visiting Bogota, preferring to stay away from large cities, and the mad traffic riding through these entails, I am so glad we did!!  We have both loved every minute we’ve spent in Colombia.

Monday 4th May, we start making our slow way to Medellin where we intend airfreighting our bikes to Panama from.   We hope to get to Panama on Friday, so until then, hasta luego!!

– Anne

 

Cali, Colombia, Containers, Cats, Cane, Coffee and Cablecars.

I think I have covered all the ‘C’s and yes they are in sequence. The first two are fairly obvious, we are in Cali, Colombia. The others will be revealed in due course as this blog entry unfolds.

Our priority in Cali is to find and understand the options available to us for transporting our bikes to Panama or beyond. The demise of the ferry between Cartagena and Colon in Panama last week has put all options on the table. They include small sailing ships, containers, RORO ferry and airfreight.

The internet has provided us with a great source information as we have travelled and like our GPS we have come to rely on it. A problem occurs for us when the information found is inaccurate, mostly due to the passage of time. We also need to consider the author and their interpretation of what they are recording, as our views in this blog are influenced by who we are and our experiences.

We have also found instances where inaccurate information has been copied or linked in good faith and repeated a number of times. It therefore gains authenticity and credibility when undertaking a Google search. In our case the ferry demise is so recent that Anne’s information, which she shares on a travelling forum, is some of the most current.

Anne researches and sends 19 emails, many are not answered, but as time progresses we learn some interesting facts. If you are using the RORO ferry, remove your number plates as they are considered souvenirs. No we did not pack a spare set, we must remember for next time. The Colombian police will search every vehicle for drugs, including dismantling your car/bike so that means we will probably have to unpack and repack everything. We understand that takes hours to do. Sailing boats are not permitted to take motorbikes, probably to assist the now defunct ferry operator, this will change in due course but we cannot wait weeks or months for this to happen if we are to complete our journey on time.

After days spent researching, emailing and checking, we have decided that we will airfreight the bikes. While this is the most expensive option, but the quickest, we have no idea on port costs in Colon and our previous experience of port costs is that there are always a few more added on when you get there. We also avoid having to visit Colon and its port in Panama, which does not have the best reputation.

We and the bikes plan to depart on the 9th of May for Panama by air at this stage from Medellin, where we will go next week. Well that took a few paragraphs to describe and three days to sift through the information. We now need to come up with some 8 million plus pesos as they only accept cash. Off to the ATM each day to stock up each day.

Cali is a modern city, but has used some old facilities well. The old railway maintenance buildings have been turned into a modern open air shopping centre. Here we found an unusual restaurant that had a section where kids could learn to cook, pizzas it seemed, and parents could shop without having to drag small unwilling shoppers around with them. Good idea.

Pizza making school for kids in a shopping centre, Cali, Colombia

Pizza making school for kids in a shopping centre, Cali, Colombia

People have been so helpful: apart from the motorbike pushing over the bridge, we have had someone take us a couple of blocks to look for a camera battery. A restaurant manager in Cali on hearing that Anne was allergic to cream and cheese, came to us with the whole menu ingredient list to make sure her choice was safe. A restaurant owner in Pasto, although rushed off his feet, was so attentive towards us, it was as if we were the only guests. When we took a wrong turn down a dirt track for 3kms looking for our accommodation, a young couple who we approached offered to hop onto their motorcycle to show us the way. Cab drivers in Cali rounded our fare down, not up, on several occasions!!

We also strolled along the banks of the fast flowing Cali river. A little land has been retained on each side for walking and jogging, popular in the early evening. Here we found a ‘El Gato del Rio’ a three-ton bronze sculpture by the late Colombian artist Hernando Tejada

El Gato del Rio bronze, Cali, Colombia

El Gato del Rio bronze, Cali, Colombia

This cat has 19 small cats painted by local artists situated nearby for company.

Leaving Cali is straightforward, apart from my soft pannier rubbing up against a car as we tried to cross four lanes of traffic in a tunnel, no damage done, but an unhappy driver. Cities are not our favourite driving places and we were glad to be out and heading past the many fields of sugar cane. Well that’s five ‘c’s, only two to go. We can smell the sugar cane as we pass the processing plants and a sweet honey smell from the large tress with pink flowers that overhang the road in places.

Road to Parque del Cafe, Montenegro, Colombia

Road to Parque del Cafe, Montenegro, Colombia

We are heading for coffee country. Columbia is famous for its coffee, although I understand from reading somewhere that Colombians prefer chocolate as a drink to coffee. Having seen the number of ice-cream sellers, I think there is a sweet tooth here. We are going to stay near a town called Montenegro but first will stop at the Parque del Café. This is a combination of coffee museum and amusement park set on a hillside overlooking a lush valley with the city of Armenia in the distance.

Armenia coffee growing area, Colombia

Armenia coffee growing area, Colombia

Colombian coffee, Colombia

Colombian coffee, Colombia

The coffee history is very interesting in this region, we learnt of the introduction of the coffee bush to the Americas between 1710 and 1725. The development of coffee as a major export product and the large employment it has generated saw the establishment of the Colombian Coffee Growers Association (FNC) a coffee co-operative in 1927. Many coffee farms are family run and FNC works to ensure that the 560,000 families that work in the coffee industry have a market for their product at the best price, help develop markets worldwide for 100% Colombian coffee and undertake on-going research.

A short 3D movie in the museum even had a coffee smell, which I love, introduced into theatre to help us appreciate coffee more. Sadly even with all this great information and marketing, I have not been converted to a coffee drinker, so it failed to gain another convert. I will stick to green tea. We are able to see a variety of coffee plants, both Colombian and Arabica planted on the hillside as we meander down to the amusement park section..

We “brave adventure riders” decline the -5% rollercoaster for the more gentle railway ride. We get enough excitement on the roads each day! Returning to the top of the park, we take the cable car back to the top. I am pleased to see that the cable car system is from Switzerland. I prefer to know that something important like this comes from a manufacturer in a mountainous country with a long pedigree.

–  Anthony

Columbia: Ride to Travel or Travel to Ride?

We have commented previously that we “Ride to Travel” rather than “Travel to Ride”. The distinction in our minds is is that the first uses the motorcycle to reach new destinations, the latter is more focused on the riding the motorcycle in a variety of terrains. We have always considered ourselves to be in the former category. Riding through Ecuador and Columbia we have found that our focus has been on the riding, and less on the historical town centres and famous buildings. Our enjoyment of interacting with the people we meet remains undiminished and each time we do it confirms our belief in the positive aspects of humanity.

This video is the result of our ride from Pasto to Cali in Columbia. While this trip took 10 hours to complete, partially due to Anne’s dodgy fuel problem that lasted for a couple of hours in the mountains with the engine dying over 200 times! All said, it was a glorious day’s ride, we definitely felt we “Travelled to Ride” on this day. Enjoy!