I handed out a few hundred postcards and stickers and people’s faces lit up when they read about what I am doing.

So: did I give more than I took on this trip? No. I did make people happy with my photos. The family running the restaurant in Real de Catorce served me Mezcal — poured by their twelve-year-old, steady-handed and dead serious about the job. I loved every drop. So many moments like that on this trip. Two friends said that following me took them back to their childhood. However, I need to find more ways to give going forward on these trips.

Michael, who blessed the bike and me before I ever left, worked his magic. I traveled safely. My wife isn’t fully convinced that any of this is brilliant, but she remains supportive.

Four more legs. 15 more states, one increasingly real deadline. Next stop’s north — Nuevo Leon, Coahuila, Chihuahua, Sonora and Sinaloa, leaving early September when rainy season tapers off.

Signed,

Nucking Futz

Recorriendo la vida para ver qué sucede (riding through life to see what happens)

Photos From Round One

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