Day 32

Well I’m back and it feels good! I landed here on Monday November 7th. I had an overnight flight. My week at home was awesome and I’m actually super happy I got to go home. I got to see Sameera, go dirt biking with Grandpa Yak, do some man biking, worked out a ton and worked on my bikes at home since the batteries died on everything I owned at home.

I had an overnight flight into Lima which sucked. I landed at 10:30AM I think and got my ass right into an Uber to Touratech. Luckily I didn’t get asked a single question at customs and didn’t have to pay a dollar for bringing back all these parts to Peru. I ended up bringing back

• 1  brand new clutch pack from BMW
• 1 brand new TPS sensor from BMW
• 1 used throttle body with tsp sensor and fuel rail from the guy I talked to on the forum
• 1 cheaper Chinese fuel pump from Ebay with fuel filter and misc parts
• Miscellaneous tools I needed, bead breaker, titanium wrenches to save weight
• Extra Giant Loop bags for tubes and misc stuff
• 1 front brake pad set, 2 rear brake pad sets
• 20mm Handlebar risers from Touratech
• Gear Position Sensor from BMW
• extra clutch plates from forum man incase they’re needed for me or someone else I meet on the road that may need them
• cooking pan and cup for cooking while camping

I ended up blowing $3800 on my CC and the flights back and forth were an extra $750 which I paid for with miles so they were technically free. God damn this shit is getting expensive. I spent more at home in one week for me and parts for the bike than I will this whole second leg of the trip for three months. I left NY praying I had all the parts I needed.

On my way to TT Ivan the mechanic texted me and said the mechanic is running late. He was supposed to be there at 12 and I showed up at 11:30. I laid down on the floor in the showroom and tried to sleep since I barely slept on the flight over. At about 1:30pm Ines the shop owner came over and told me the mechanic will be there in 30 minutes. Well it’s Peru and everyone is late all the time! I decided to leave all my parts there that they needed for the repairs and headed back to the hostel. I got my room, got my luggage, and I left there and cleaned up. I rearranged all my shit I had and couldn’t believe how much stuff I brought down.

No word from the mechanics all day and finally at 8pm Ivan told me the bike was running but when they scanned the ECU with the computer it said something about a failed fuel pressure sensor. Well shit. Thankfully I had an extra one that came with the throttle body I bought from Dom. I called up a person that found me on IG a few days ago that was currently in Lima and asked him if he knew anyone here that could bring some stuff back to the states for me because I needed to lighten up my bike. He gave me a name that sounded familiar. A week ago when I went skydiving with my buddy Jimmy, this guy Luis I have known for 14 years approached me and was asking about my trip and gave me two contacts in Peru if I needed help.

I pulled out my phone and boom it was the same contact that Luis gave me. I called up Fernando and asked him for some help. He is a skydiver too and we always help each other. He told me his wife was visiting from Florida and she might be able to bring it back for me but I had to go over and ask her. I went out and got Fernando a bottle of red wine before I went over since he told me he just celebrated his 50th anniversary of skydiving. I took a walk over to his place at 7pm and when he opened the door I stared at them both for a bit and realized I knew how they were but couldn’t remember where. After a quick minute we realized we’ve seen each other around in Lewiston, Florida at some skydiving events. What a small world. We have about 50 mutual friends and started sending everyone pictures and they were all so confused. It was hilarious. As we were exchanging stories I looked behind Fernando in the kitchen while they were making a huge bowl of Chili and saw 11 bottles of red wine. Nailed it!

I ended up hanging out there for about 3 hours and I was sad to leave. Liz ended up taking my little bag that weighed about 10 pounds back to Fort Lauderdale and I’ll grab it from her next time I’m down there! I went home and crashed hard.