Unfortunately, at the moment it seems to be the former. Lately work seems to be really interfering with what I consider my primary occupations: playing music, riding around on the motorcycle and of course writing for Los Conquistadores De Pupusas.
Seeing as though all this time is being squandered on work, I though I might as well write a quick post to let everyone know what I'm doing. My big project of the moment is building an anemometer (wind speed measuring device). It is going to look kind of like a weather vane when finished and will record the wind conditions at a potential wind turbine site. We're going to install in a community near Coban for about a month to see if we can set up some wind power for the people there. I'll try and post some pictures when it starts to look interesting.
I'm also working on casting some new pelton cups (which are turbine parts) for a micro-hydro system in Nueva Allianza. I haven't really done anything on this project yet, but I'm totally stoked to start playing around with the casting furnace that another intern built. This could be one of the few projects where I feel the need to wear closed shoes as opposed to sandals.
I'm also headed out to check out a new potential micro-hydro site tomorrow. These visits are always interesting and usually accompanied by the eating of several dozen tortillas per meal. Yum.
There's lots of more interesting stuff I have to report on, but it will have to wait for another post. Just to keep our readership interested, some of the upcoming posts will be: "The Vigilantes of Funk", "Independencia", "Home Improvement" and "Concrete Slides: Economical Playground or Silent Killer". Stay Tuned!
Dave
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
Wednesday, October 8, 2008
Electrical Engineers...
...seem to have this reputation for being the "cleanest" and most high tech breed of engineers. People picture them working on satellite electronics in a NASA clean room, or meticulously soldering together microchips that will cure cancer and record the next five Friends episodes for you at the same time. Well, today its my pleasure to dispel this stereotype. Here's a picture I snapped of Dan's workplace while he stepped away for a minute (probably to replenish the empty bottles). Lets see how many out of place items you can spot in the picture:
To name but a few, there are:
- open alcohol bottles
- flammable aerosol spray
- high voltage circuit with exposed wiring
- a large puddle of water
Now, this would be pretty funny if I had set the whole thing up just to take a crack at electrical engineers. That is part of my sworn duty as a mech. eng. But this scene was not altered in any way - honestly! This is serious shit people. Keep a close eye on any electrical engineers you know and for god's sake, under any circumstances, don't ever stand next to one in a puddle of water!
To name but a few, there are:
- open alcohol bottles
- flammable aerosol spray
- high voltage circuit with exposed wiring
- a large puddle of water
Now, this would be pretty funny if I had set the whole thing up just to take a crack at electrical engineers. That is part of my sworn duty as a mech. eng. But this scene was not altered in any way - honestly! This is serious shit people. Keep a close eye on any electrical engineers you know and for god's sake, under any circumstances, don't ever stand next to one in a puddle of water!
Thursday, October 2, 2008
Dangers of Guatemala
Sorry loyal fans, we've been really busy the past few weeks what with our exorbitant drinking binges, picking up Hall's cough candy promotion girls, and otherwise rockstar lifestyle (more on this in a coming post with photos). I thought I'd give you a nice warm fuzzy feeling that life is well and we are doing great. Ok, that's it, now on to some recent events...
A view of Xela over one of the most common security systems: shards of broken glass on top of your walls.
As mentioned before in some detail, gastrointestinal illness is one of the greatest perils (aside from wild dogs) in Guatemala. Dave and I have been doing our best to cultivate these endangered microbes in our intestines, and very soon we will be announcing the winners and honorable mentions for our Great Gastrointestinal Competition (aka Shit Contest). It's quite a close race right now, and the decision will be a hard one. But further upstream of the gastrointestinal tract, there is another perilously dangerous host of microbes; ones which neither Dave nor I will try to be saving. They live in your mouth and (get ready for a highly technical description): eat sugar and shit cavities.
The amount of sugar that is consumed here is incredible. Pretty much every type of food has sugar added, and then the omnipresent snacks are omni-sugared as well. Emily, one of the previous interns, left AIDG and returned home to find that she had developed 8 cavities. Kat, Kyle's girlfriend, returned home temporarily to find out that she has 12 cavities. I've decided that common sense is going to have to prevail in this country and I'm going to have to start brushing my teeth more than the recommended once every 6 months. Wait... was that for dentist visits? In any case, my dental hygiene is going to improve, so you'll all benefit if you ever stand closer than 4 feet from me.
This week there have been nation-wide protests over instituting a national ID card. I was unable to travel outside of Xela to a community needing urgent repairs to their microhydro generator until Tuesday, when rumour had it the road that I needed wasn't being blocked, presumeably because the protesters had slept in. Natalia, one of the girls at Xelateco (one of AIDG's incubated businesses in Xela), who lives near Cantel (on the other side of the road block) couldn't come to work earlier this week because she was threatened to be burnt alive if she crossed the road block. She's now living at her friend's house in Xela and can't return home for fear of being caught crossing the line. In general no one is too concerned here otherwise, although Natalia may move into the intern house temporarily, which will be good for our Spanish, and good for her physics and math courses she's taking; I've already been tutoring her a bit, which is tough in Spanish.
Another perhaps less worrisome trend (haha) is the robbery and assault problem here. I think I may have mentioned that a few of our colleagues were robbed. Usually a small group of thugs come up to the target or targets and tell them to give up all their valuables. They are usually armed with knives or tools, although guns are more common on highways and roads. One group that robbed Natalie and Josue was armed with large screwdrivers. Natalie was assaulted twice and Josue was robbed another couple of times. Once he was robbed of a candy bar (all he had) on his way to our house. I was standing a stone's throw away taking pictures of clouds when he urgently told me to get in the house before they stole my camera. El Jefe (the boss) was robbed in his car once at gunpoint and they took his laptops and other valuables. Natalia, from Xelateco, was robbed outside of Domino's Pizza a couple blocks away at 8am before work one day. Candido, one of the stocky guys at Xelateco was robbed on Monday night at 7pm right outside Xelateco (which incidentally is right beside the AIDG office) and relieved of 850Q (a lot of money for a Guatemalan). It was a pretty good language lesson in curse words when Candido explained what happened. I guess it's only a matter of time before Dave or I get robbed. Apparently when we rode our bikes to the lake last weekend we unwittingly rode through a particularly dangerous road, known to the locals to have gangs of ladrones (theives) armed with AK-47's. Ignorance may be bliss, but we won't be returning to that road any time soon.
Finally more of an irritation to some than a veritable danger, are those pesky chinches (bed bugs). All of our roommates and most of our guests have picked up bedbugs at some point or another, while Dave and I have remained incredulously immune. Based on empirical evidence, we believe that the bugs prefer women to men, and everyone else in the world to Canadians. So being Canadian boys provides us with a particularly useful immunity. Katie is especially annoyed at the moment, being the only girl in the house right now, she's basically like a black hole for the resident bed bug population.
I think Dave has a few words to say about my workbench... but from me, that's all for now.
Dan.
A view of Xela over one of the most common security systems: shards of broken glass on top of your walls.
As mentioned before in some detail, gastrointestinal illness is one of the greatest perils (aside from wild dogs) in Guatemala. Dave and I have been doing our best to cultivate these endangered microbes in our intestines, and very soon we will be announcing the winners and honorable mentions for our Great Gastrointestinal Competition (aka Shit Contest). It's quite a close race right now, and the decision will be a hard one. But further upstream of the gastrointestinal tract, there is another perilously dangerous host of microbes; ones which neither Dave nor I will try to be saving. They live in your mouth and (get ready for a highly technical description): eat sugar and shit cavities.
The amount of sugar that is consumed here is incredible. Pretty much every type of food has sugar added, and then the omnipresent snacks are omni-sugared as well. Emily, one of the previous interns, left AIDG and returned home to find that she had developed 8 cavities. Kat, Kyle's girlfriend, returned home temporarily to find out that she has 12 cavities. I've decided that common sense is going to have to prevail in this country and I'm going to have to start brushing my teeth more than the recommended once every 6 months. Wait... was that for dentist visits? In any case, my dental hygiene is going to improve, so you'll all benefit if you ever stand closer than 4 feet from me.
This week there have been nation-wide protests over instituting a national ID card. I was unable to travel outside of Xela to a community needing urgent repairs to their microhydro generator until Tuesday, when rumour had it the road that I needed wasn't being blocked, presumeably because the protesters had slept in. Natalia, one of the girls at Xelateco (one of AIDG's incubated businesses in Xela), who lives near Cantel (on the other side of the road block) couldn't come to work earlier this week because she was threatened to be burnt alive if she crossed the road block. She's now living at her friend's house in Xela and can't return home for fear of being caught crossing the line. In general no one is too concerned here otherwise, although Natalia may move into the intern house temporarily, which will be good for our Spanish, and good for her physics and math courses she's taking; I've already been tutoring her a bit, which is tough in Spanish.
Another perhaps less worrisome trend (haha) is the robbery and assault problem here. I think I may have mentioned that a few of our colleagues were robbed. Usually a small group of thugs come up to the target or targets and tell them to give up all their valuables. They are usually armed with knives or tools, although guns are more common on highways and roads. One group that robbed Natalie and Josue was armed with large screwdrivers. Natalie was assaulted twice and Josue was robbed another couple of times. Once he was robbed of a candy bar (all he had) on his way to our house. I was standing a stone's throw away taking pictures of clouds when he urgently told me to get in the house before they stole my camera. El Jefe (the boss) was robbed in his car once at gunpoint and they took his laptops and other valuables. Natalia, from Xelateco, was robbed outside of Domino's Pizza a couple blocks away at 8am before work one day. Candido, one of the stocky guys at Xelateco was robbed on Monday night at 7pm right outside Xelateco (which incidentally is right beside the AIDG office) and relieved of 850Q (a lot of money for a Guatemalan). It was a pretty good language lesson in curse words when Candido explained what happened. I guess it's only a matter of time before Dave or I get robbed. Apparently when we rode our bikes to the lake last weekend we unwittingly rode through a particularly dangerous road, known to the locals to have gangs of ladrones (theives) armed with AK-47's. Ignorance may be bliss, but we won't be returning to that road any time soon.
Finally more of an irritation to some than a veritable danger, are those pesky chinches (bed bugs). All of our roommates and most of our guests have picked up bedbugs at some point or another, while Dave and I have remained incredulously immune. Based on empirical evidence, we believe that the bugs prefer women to men, and everyone else in the world to Canadians. So being Canadian boys provides us with a particularly useful immunity. Katie is especially annoyed at the moment, being the only girl in the house right now, she's basically like a black hole for the resident bed bug population.
I think Dave has a few words to say about my workbench... but from me, that's all for now.
Dan.
Sunday, September 14, 2008
Goooooooooooolllllllllllll!!!!
So I went to my first Latin American football (soccer) game last night. In fact it was the first game I've ever been to. It was definitely an experience.
Me, Kyle, Kate and a few other friends made the trek over to the stadium to see a highly anticipated independence week match between the Xela Super-Chivos (Super-Goats) and the Guatemala City Cremas (Creams?). I'll leave it up to you to insert the inappropriate joke of your choice here. It was kind of cold and drizzly out, but always thinking ahead, Kyle brought along a bottle of Quetzaltecca which helped us out in a couple ways: First, after buying a couple plastic baggies of Pepsi, we had some tasty drinks to keep us warm, and second, we were able to barter with some locals for some seats in the packed stadium.
As the start of the game neared, the field cleared and a SWAT team walked out onto the field. Interesting. I figured there must be a VIP coming out for the opening face-off (or whatever they do to start soccer games). But no, it turns out that the SWAT team was escorting the refs onto the field! Apparently, the fans here don't take too kindly to botched calls. I also noticed that the fans for the visiting Cremas had their own fenced off pen-like area in one corner of the stadium. Almost like their lives could be in danger...
With the refs safely in the middle of the field, the Cremas came onto the turf, met by deafening boos, miscellaneous projectiles (explaining why the Pepsi came in bags) and the odd firecracker. Then the Super-Chivos came out (accompanied by their super goat mascot of course). Now beforehand, I had noticed some guys laying out long strips of red paper around the edge of the field, but hadn't really taken much notice of it. As the team came out, these red strips of paper, which were actually tens of thousands of firecrackers, were lit off in a display of excess that would make any 12 year old boy shed a tear of joy. As the entire stadium filled with smoke and gunpowder fumes, I noticed people in the stands next to us pulling out their own personal stashes and shooting off roman candles and bottle rockets out over the stands while they shielded their faces with one arm. The whole thing made a complete mockery of all those firecracker safety talks we had in elementary school. Kyle added a nice perspective by stating (accurately) that to have a show like this in the States, you would need to hire a team of "pyrotechnics engineers", submit detailed plans and safety procedures, and get multiple levels of official approval. Here you just need a few hundred bricks of mighty mights and some brave fool to set them off.
To be honest, the rest of the game was a bit anti-climactic after the opening events. The Super-Chivos got trounced 3-1, there were no streakers, brawls or other disorderly conduct, and the refs (again escorted by SWAT) left the field without incident. We went to a little cantina afterward and drank some Coosha, a homemade liquor that may make you blind after habitual use, but costs only 60 cents for a small bottle. See you soon (hopefully).
Dave
Me, Kyle, Kate and a few other friends made the trek over to the stadium to see a highly anticipated independence week match between the Xela Super-Chivos (Super-Goats) and the Guatemala City Cremas (Creams?). I'll leave it up to you to insert the inappropriate joke of your choice here. It was kind of cold and drizzly out, but always thinking ahead, Kyle brought along a bottle of Quetzaltecca which helped us out in a couple ways: First, after buying a couple plastic baggies of Pepsi, we had some tasty drinks to keep us warm, and second, we were able to barter with some locals for some seats in the packed stadium.
As the start of the game neared, the field cleared and a SWAT team walked out onto the field. Interesting. I figured there must be a VIP coming out for the opening face-off (or whatever they do to start soccer games). But no, it turns out that the SWAT team was escorting the refs onto the field! Apparently, the fans here don't take too kindly to botched calls. I also noticed that the fans for the visiting Cremas had their own fenced off pen-like area in one corner of the stadium. Almost like their lives could be in danger...
With the refs safely in the middle of the field, the Cremas came onto the turf, met by deafening boos, miscellaneous projectiles (explaining why the Pepsi came in bags) and the odd firecracker. Then the Super-Chivos came out (accompanied by their super goat mascot of course). Now beforehand, I had noticed some guys laying out long strips of red paper around the edge of the field, but hadn't really taken much notice of it. As the team came out, these red strips of paper, which were actually tens of thousands of firecrackers, were lit off in a display of excess that would make any 12 year old boy shed a tear of joy. As the entire stadium filled with smoke and gunpowder fumes, I noticed people in the stands next to us pulling out their own personal stashes and shooting off roman candles and bottle rockets out over the stands while they shielded their faces with one arm. The whole thing made a complete mockery of all those firecracker safety talks we had in elementary school. Kyle added a nice perspective by stating (accurately) that to have a show like this in the States, you would need to hire a team of "pyrotechnics engineers", submit detailed plans and safety procedures, and get multiple levels of official approval. Here you just need a few hundred bricks of mighty mights and some brave fool to set them off.
To be honest, the rest of the game was a bit anti-climactic after the opening events. The Super-Chivos got trounced 3-1, there were no streakers, brawls or other disorderly conduct, and the refs (again escorted by SWAT) left the field without incident. We went to a little cantina afterward and drank some Coosha, a homemade liquor that may make you blind after habitual use, but costs only 60 cents for a small bottle. See you soon (hopefully).
Dave
Monday, September 8, 2008
Mexico and back again
Tourist visas here in Guatemala last 90 days, after which you have a couple of options. Continue staying here and pay a large per diem fine when you leave, or leave the country and return. Officially you must leave the country for 3 days, but there are a couple of ways around that. Steve, Kyle and I needed to renew our visas within the next days to weeks, so we figured we'd all go together to Tapachula, Mexico for tasty tortas and a visa renewal.
We left together early-ish in the morning. I jumped back on the coffee train, which I've been trying to stay away from, due to my hangover from the XelaTeco party the night before. Normally drinking with Guatemalans leaves me muy crudo (very raw or hungover) the next mornings. The coffee made the long chickenbus and microbus/collectivo ride much more endurable.
There are a couple of vital pieces of information we picked up about renewing visas in a day. Here are the most common methods:
We entered Mexico without problems either, and bussed to Tapachula for tasty tortas. Mexico, even supposedly much poorer Chiapas, was noticeably richer than Guatemala, and the food is much better too, even just crossing the border. We ended up at this cantina where they didn't cook food, but were happy to oblige us gringos with our hungry demands for tasty tortas, which were so good we each ordered another. In the cantina, there were two prostitutes who were extremely friendly. And then fucking Steve started winking at them! So one of them came over and displayed her hideous gummy pointed toothy mouth which scared us into leaving. Well, after 3 L of beer... They served Coronas in 1L bottles, called "Familiar". Our waitress explained they were family-sized. One for papa, one for mama, and one for each child.
We returned back through El Carmen with no troubles. When confronted with officials who don't speak Spanish, you have two options as a foreigner:
When we got let off the microbus in Coatepeque, we'd missed the last chickenbus to Xela, so we negociated with taxis until we got a crazy cab driver to drive 80 km/h through mountain switchbacks in the dark, cutting oncoming lanes at each blind switchback (there's no other way to take them at that speed). Steve and I figured we'd probably die, but miraculously we didn't.
We ended up checking out a beauty pagent, which was what you might expect. A theatre full of Guatemalans whistling like crazy at the scantily clad women on stage. We missed the Ms. Indigenous (where the girls are dressed in traditional clothes). Then I returned home and some girls we met at a bar last week came to our house and cooked us a big tasty Tex-Mex feast. A good conclusion to our Mexican trip.
Dan.
We left together early-ish in the morning. I jumped back on the coffee train, which I've been trying to stay away from, due to my hangover from the XelaTeco party the night before. Normally drinking with Guatemalans leaves me muy crudo (very raw or hungover) the next mornings. The coffee made the long chickenbus and microbus/collectivo ride much more endurable.
There are a couple of vital pieces of information we picked up about renewing visas in a day. Here are the most common methods:
- Check in with a parking lot in El Carmen (a small Guatemalan border town), who offer hourly, daily, monthly parking services, and visa rewals starting at 700Q, and working their way down quickly with minimal bargaining.
- Leave out of Tecun Uman (a larger Guatemalan border town) and enter back in El Carmen, where the officials are more susceptible to cheaper bribes.
- Stay out of the country for the official 3 days.
We entered Mexico without problems either, and bussed to Tapachula for tasty tortas. Mexico, even supposedly much poorer Chiapas, was noticeably richer than Guatemala, and the food is much better too, even just crossing the border. We ended up at this cantina where they didn't cook food, but were happy to oblige us gringos with our hungry demands for tasty tortas, which were so good we each ordered another. In the cantina, there were two prostitutes who were extremely friendly. And then fucking Steve started winking at them! So one of them came over and displayed her hideous gummy pointed toothy mouth which scared us into leaving. Well, after 3 L of beer... They served Coronas in 1L bottles, called "Familiar". Our waitress explained they were family-sized. One for papa, one for mama, and one for each child.
We returned back through El Carmen with no troubles. When confronted with officials who don't speak Spanish, you have two options as a foreigner:
- Pay a bribe. 50-100Q usually seems to work.
- Play the "no entiendo" (I don't understand) card.
When we got let off the microbus in Coatepeque, we'd missed the last chickenbus to Xela, so we negociated with taxis until we got a crazy cab driver to drive 80 km/h through mountain switchbacks in the dark, cutting oncoming lanes at each blind switchback (there's no other way to take them at that speed). Steve and I figured we'd probably die, but miraculously we didn't.
We ended up checking out a beauty pagent, which was what you might expect. A theatre full of Guatemalans whistling like crazy at the scantily clad women on stage. We missed the Ms. Indigenous (where the girls are dressed in traditional clothes). Then I returned home and some girls we met at a bar last week came to our house and cooked us a big tasty Tex-Mex feast. A good conclusion to our Mexican trip.
Dan.
Tuesday, September 2, 2008
Office Hijinks
Howdy y'all. So I'm leaving this morning for a road trip to Coban, which is about halfway between here and the Caribbean coast. We're going to check out a couple potential micro-hydro sites and discuss the possibility of setting up a co-operative company to operate and maintain the power plants. Anyways, I thought I'd share a humorous little anecdote before I left.
On one of our previous site visits, I was driving the AIDG truck out along a pretty rugged dirt road. It was pretty heavy going, but I was having a great time 4-wheelin it through mud, ruts, over rocks... well you get the idea. Apparently though, I was having a bit too good of a time and somehow ripped off one of the plastic fenders on a rock or something.
No biggie though, the truck has taken much more abuse than that during its short and neglected life. Being the upstanding volunteer that I am though, I offered to fix the damage and went out and bought some fiberglass and epoxy. I fixed the fender up and as chance would have it, I happened to have a bit of Loctite high strength epoxy left over. Hmmmm.
Now by this time it was about 5:30 on a Monday afternoon and pretty much everyone was still kicking around the office. Everyone that is except for Steve, aka El Jefe. Yes, the captain of the ship had deserted his crew and unfortunately for him, he chose the wrong day. In my mind there was only one way to sensibly dispose of the extra epoxy...
The epoxy was first applied to the bottom of
a can of Gallo...
Then, after carefully preparing the surface
of course, the beer was firmly glued to
El Jefe's desk.
Meg would have you believe she was innocent
in this whole affair, but just look at those
mischievous eyes.
The task is complete. The plan being that Steve will
come into work the next morning, see the beer,
and try to drink it. Upon attempting to lift the frothy
goodness to his lips, he will be dismayed to find it
securely glued to his desk. Hilarity will surely ensue.
In a stroke of genius, Dan came up with the idea
of gluing a straw to the desk too, increasing the
frustration level of our beloved boss.
Ok, skip to Tuesday morning. El Jefe shows up for work and... well I'll let the next few pictures tell the story.
After cracking the beer and finding it glued
to the desk, Steve is determined to steal the
cheese from the mousetrap. El Jefe is one strong
guy (he used to wrestle in college), so he actually
starts lifting the desk up to tip the beer down
his gullet!
The epoxy held up admirably and Steve got
the beer (and desk) nearly to his lips before it
finally let go. I'll be filing a complaint to Loctite
shortly regarding their epoxy.
The satisfaction of thwarting the beer-trap.
Though there was a small amount of spillage,
this round definitely has to go to El Jefe. Well
done Steve!
On one of our previous site visits, I was driving the AIDG truck out along a pretty rugged dirt road. It was pretty heavy going, but I was having a great time 4-wheelin it through mud, ruts, over rocks... well you get the idea. Apparently though, I was having a bit too good of a time and somehow ripped off one of the plastic fenders on a rock or something.
No biggie though, the truck has taken much more abuse than that during its short and neglected life. Being the upstanding volunteer that I am though, I offered to fix the damage and went out and bought some fiberglass and epoxy. I fixed the fender up and as chance would have it, I happened to have a bit of Loctite high strength epoxy left over. Hmmmm.
Now by this time it was about 5:30 on a Monday afternoon and pretty much everyone was still kicking around the office. Everyone that is except for Steve, aka El Jefe. Yes, the captain of the ship had deserted his crew and unfortunately for him, he chose the wrong day. In my mind there was only one way to sensibly dispose of the extra epoxy...
The epoxy was first applied to the bottom ofa can of Gallo...
Then, after carefully preparing the surfaceof course, the beer was firmly glued to
El Jefe's desk.
Meg would have you believe she was innocentin this whole affair, but just look at those
mischievous eyes.
The task is complete. The plan being that Steve willcome into work the next morning, see the beer,
and try to drink it. Upon attempting to lift the frothy
goodness to his lips, he will be dismayed to find it
securely glued to his desk. Hilarity will surely ensue.
In a stroke of genius, Dan came up with the idea
of gluing a straw to the desk too, increasing the
frustration level of our beloved boss.
Ok, skip to Tuesday morning. El Jefe shows up for work and... well I'll let the next few pictures tell the story.
After cracking the beer and finding it gluedto the desk, Steve is determined to steal the
cheese from the mousetrap. El Jefe is one strong
guy (he used to wrestle in college), so he actually
starts lifting the desk up to tip the beer down
his gullet!
The epoxy held up admirably and Steve gotthe beer (and desk) nearly to his lips before it
finally let go. I'll be filing a complaint to Loctite
shortly regarding their epoxy.
The satisfaction of thwarting the beer-trap.Though there was a small amount of spillage,
this round definitely has to go to El Jefe. Well
done Steve!
Around lunch time, I was getting ready to head home for a siesta, tired out from my late night of gluing and early morning watching Steve struggle with the beer-trap. On my way out, I told Steve I was going home for a nap, and that he'd probably be pleased since I wouldn't be gluing any more objects to his desk for a while. Instead, he was actually disappointed that he wouldn't be getting any more free beers for the day! Don't worry El Jefe, its only a matter of time, only a matter of time...
Dave
Dave
Monday, September 1, 2008
Get ya mota runnin!
Ok, so Dan's clearly been dominating me in the blog posts department, but thats all about to change. Starting with this momentous update....
We got MOTORCYCLES!! Oh ya! Me, Dan and Steve (best friend of the Conquistadores) recently purchased Suzuki EN125 street bikes! Ok, I'll try and stop abusing the exclamation mark now. This was something we'd been talking about for a while, but seemed like it would fizzle out like so many other overly ambitious plans. Then out of the blue, Steve laid down the law, "Guys, we going to the lake this weekend, and we're getting bikes before we go." Whatever sort of rational reasoning Dan and I had was no match for such conviction. We got the bikes.
Since one of the reasons for the bikes is a possible road trip back to Vancouver, we thought it would be best if we all got similar bikes. It would kind of suck for everyone if one guy had to make twice as many fuel stops as everyone else, or couldn't keep up on the highway. After a lot of research we settled on the EN125 because of its gutsy motor (14 hp in 125cc ain't bad), reliability and of course its killer looks (see pics below). Also when the three of us rocked up to the Suzuki dealer and asked for 3 of 'em, we got a pretty sweet deal.
Right now we're still going through the agonizingly slow process of breaking in the new motors. We're making every reasonable effort to keep the revs and motor load down until the parts all properly seat, however some taxing of the bikes is unavoidable. Dan made the 3 hour trip to the lake with a female companion on the back the first weekend he had his, and I chivalrously drove 2 girls home (at the same time) one night this week. Down here, 125cc bikes are family vehicles though. Just last week I saw a family of 4 on a Honda CG125 cruising comfortably through Xela.
Anyways, I'm sure you'll hear more about the 2-wheeled thunder in the not-too distant future. Until then enjoy the pictures.
Dave
There she is in all her glory. 14 caballos waiting
to be unleashed!
Dan and I on a late afternoon ride to Fuentes
Gorginas last week. We are on a mission to make
1000 kms ASAP so we can start opening these
beauties up a bit.
You can see the steam coming up from the
ground in the area around these natural
hot springs. Another beautiful moment brought
to you by fossil fuels!
We got MOTORCYCLES!! Oh ya! Me, Dan and Steve (best friend of the Conquistadores) recently purchased Suzuki EN125 street bikes! Ok, I'll try and stop abusing the exclamation mark now. This was something we'd been talking about for a while, but seemed like it would fizzle out like so many other overly ambitious plans. Then out of the blue, Steve laid down the law, "Guys, we going to the lake this weekend, and we're getting bikes before we go." Whatever sort of rational reasoning Dan and I had was no match for such conviction. We got the bikes.
Since one of the reasons for the bikes is a possible road trip back to Vancouver, we thought it would be best if we all got similar bikes. It would kind of suck for everyone if one guy had to make twice as many fuel stops as everyone else, or couldn't keep up on the highway. After a lot of research we settled on the EN125 because of its gutsy motor (14 hp in 125cc ain't bad), reliability and of course its killer looks (see pics below). Also when the three of us rocked up to the Suzuki dealer and asked for 3 of 'em, we got a pretty sweet deal.
Right now we're still going through the agonizingly slow process of breaking in the new motors. We're making every reasonable effort to keep the revs and motor load down until the parts all properly seat, however some taxing of the bikes is unavoidable. Dan made the 3 hour trip to the lake with a female companion on the back the first weekend he had his, and I chivalrously drove 2 girls home (at the same time) one night this week. Down here, 125cc bikes are family vehicles though. Just last week I saw a family of 4 on a Honda CG125 cruising comfortably through Xela.
Anyways, I'm sure you'll hear more about the 2-wheeled thunder in the not-too distant future. Until then enjoy the pictures.
Dave
There she is in all her glory. 14 caballos waitingto be unleashed!
Dan and I on a late afternoon ride to FuentesGorginas last week. We are on a mission to make
1000 kms ASAP so we can start opening these
beauties up a bit.
You can see the steam coming up from theground in the area around these natural
hot springs. Another beautiful moment brought
to you by fossil fuels!
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)