Poor little Pinky, never had a chance. After leaving the seaside village of Bahia de Los Angeles, she chugged along until she chugged no more. Conveniently, it happened right outside of a towing garage where they let us use some shade to take a closer look at the problem.
Beautiful sunset from across our junkyard campground for the night.
Best campsite yet.
This is a tow truck, towing a tow truck, which is now towing our bikes as well. Somehow, the guys at the garage just happened to be driving down to La Paz at 4 am the next day. Take us please!
The man with the plan. We bartered with Señor López who worked out the arangement with his brother to take us along while he scooped up a broken down van on the way to La Paz.
Would you like a tire with your lunchedaria taco? Come to the junkyard and take it off the car yourself!
See the one three rows down and two to the left? That’ll fit your truck.
Or maybe you’d like to take home a lovely GS that probably rolled over with this truck?
I’ll drive. Don’t worry, the front tires don’t even need to be touching the ground.