I arrived in Buenos Aires mid afternoon today (Thursday) and while still on the very busy Autopista, my throttle cable became stuck, leaving the engine racing and me unable to ride the Goose in the very heavy and dangerous traffic. What to do? Examination showed the throttle cable to one carb was heavily frayed, causing the throttle to stay open. So I cut the cable, started the bike on one cylinder and rode it to a very small moto mechanico. One hour later, with two new throttle cables installed, the Goose is running fine.
How did I find two BMW R100GSPD throttle cables on the side of the Autoposta? Simple, I had two new ones with me. And for that, I owe thanks to Hank at Rhine West in San Antonio who suggested that I carry spares and who went out of his way to get them overnighted to me prior to my departure.
The oil leaks? What leaks? They are gone! And for that I owe thanks to a car mechanic in Rivadavia who had never seen an R100GSPD. He examined the leaks when I was in Rivadavia, told me that "I Fix": And he did!
I am now almost 2000 miles from Fin Del Mundo. Saturday I was riding over the gravel road on the way to the ferry, as far away from our idea of civilization as one can imagine. Fighting the wind, rarely seeing another person. Dodging llamas, emus and other exotic creatures native to Tierra Del Fuego. Windly and Cold And today, I am in Buenos Aires, a very European looking city that is vibrating with traffic and people and that is very hot.
The past three days have been eventful. Four hours north of Rivadavia, riding in the dry barren country, rarely seeing a car, I suddenly saw a motorcycle coming towards me. The rider had a style I knew. I threw up my hand and we both stopped. Robert Vinet, my Canadian friend, who I had last seen on a beach in Peru. Now many thousands of miles later, we reunited for the remainder of the day and decided to go to Trelew, Argentina to share our experiences. It was delightful, but the next morning we both had to go in opposite directions. Robert, on to Ushuaia, because "you just have to do it" and the Goose and me, to Buenos Aires, in a quest for a visa for Brazil. Without a visa, which I can only get at a Brazilean Embassy, I cannot enter Brazil.
So now I am Buenos Aires without even a clue as to the address of the Brazilean Embassy. I am sure I will find it, after all, I found Ushuaia without a GPS and with only the most basic of maps. But letīs not overstate the obvious. All I had to do was head south. Eventually you will reach Fin Del Mundo!