Peubla is a great city. It sprawls all over the place, but the central old town is compact and filled with museums and sights. Just the place to spend a week waiting for the bike to get fixed before heading off again.
However, a week wasn’t going to be quite long enough… Between the less than stellar Mexican BMW bike support and the joy of this kind of tracking report for my new drive shaft, things took quite a bit longer.
|Attempted Delivery Abroad, October 26, 2011, 5:56 pm, MEXICO|
|Item wrongly directed – Item forwarded / redirected, October 24, 2011, 2:45 pm, MEXICO|
|Attempted Delivery Abroad, October 24, 2011, 2:22 pm, MEXICO|
|Incorrect Address – Item returned to sender, October 24, 2011, 12:17 pm, MEXICO|
|Customs clearance processing complete, October 21, 2011, 8:58 pm, MEXICO|
|Customs Clearance, October 20, 2011, 11:42 am, MEXICO|
|Processed Through Sort Facility, October 20, 2011, 11:42 am, MEXICO|
|Processed Through Sort Facility, October 15, 2011, 11:07 am, ISC NEW YORK NY|
|Arrived at Sort Facility, October 15, 2011, 11:06 am, ISC NEW YORK NY|
|Processed through Sort Facility, October 14, 2011, 5:53 pm, PORTSMOUTH, NH 03801|
|Acceptance, October 14, 2011, 3:13 pm, NORTH HAMPTON, NH 03862|
Electronic Shipping Info Received, October 13, 2011
Yes, it did take almost two weeks to courier a part from the U.S. to Mexico… And then, since the wait was so long, I had to get my visa extended… Which I couldn’t do since it was a transit visa, so I had to go through a couple of days of dealing with immigration… Before having a few fruitless trips to the Mexico City International airport to try and get my bikes temporary import extended… I was beginning to look for any way out.
While I was stewing, my mind turned to other thoughts, thoughts of beautiful new R1200s with new drive shafts on the side of the road, bikes so clean they didn’t even have pannier mounts…
Had the bike not been in such a public place, I’m not sure that its rider wouldn’t have returned to find a certain and rather crucial part missing…
Mind you, the wait was not all bad. I was in town for The Day of The Dead, a fascinating festival that sees the whole city come alive in their focus on the dead.
But, finally, I was on the road again. And thoroughly done with Mexico. Completely and unfairly done with it since, except for the obvious, it was really a great place with kind and generous people.
Despite like I was short-changing it, a long and fast ride got me from south of Mexico City to The US in one day. I didn’t catch much of the scenery, but it looked pretty much like this.