A scary but desperate moment pouring backroad gasoline into my pristine Onça from a plastic j

A scary but desperate moment pouring backroad gasoline into my pristine Onça from a plastic jug out of the bottom cement floor room of a home in a tiny coastal town in Ecuador. Not ideal, especially without a filter, but the gasoline was fine, thank goodness.

Big eyes, bigger imagination in the smallest of locals.

Lucas, half of the adorable Argentinian artist couple I stayed with, helping me fix my stuck RSD shifter. I was stoked to be working on the bike and Lucas, who LOVES taking things apart and putting them back together shows up. Problem solved with long distance instructions from @aaronboss_fabrication

Also, the best of vibes at Lucas & Flor’s guesthouse, Casa Los Artistas in Montañita.

This cute little abuela who still has impressive strength from chopping open fresh coconuts all these years. Yum. Thanks, grandma 

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