{"id":716,"date":"2011-04-19T10:06:47","date_gmt":"2011-04-19T17:06:47","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ichasehorizons.com\/?p=716"},"modified":"2014-09-08T09:46:24","modified_gmt":"2014-09-08T16:46:24","slug":"the-ride-north-begins","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/ichasehorizons.com\/?p=716","title":{"rendered":"The ride north begins"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I hit the lonnggg, cold, and windy grind up ruta 3 in search of warmer days. I&#8217;ve been heading south since I left my home in Arizona and for the first time in almost a year I point the bike on a northern trajectory. I want to make it to Rio Gallegos from Ushuaia which translates into almost 400 miles, a ferry, and 2 border crossings, all in a limited amount of daylight. The snow and ice on Garibaldi Pass are manageable though I feel colder than I normally do. This may be the coldest day I&#8217;ve ridden in yet. I stop at the famous bakery in Tolhuin for a cafe and media luna and to get the warmth back in my fingers.<\/p>\n<p><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/photos.smugmug.com\/photos\/i-7n4C7w9\/0\/M\/i-7n4C7w9-XL.png\" alt=\"\" \/><\/p>\n<p><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/photos.smugmug.com\/photos\/i-22kCZND\/0\/M\/i-22kCZND-XL.png\" alt=\"\" \/><\/p>\n<p><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/photos.smugmug.com\/photos\/1252318373_xm9wR-XL.jpg\" alt=\"\" \/><\/p>\n<p><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/photos.smugmug.com\/photos\/1252319006_ysmuP-XL.jpg\" alt=\"\" \/><\/p>\n<p><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/photos.smugmug.com\/photos\/1252319899_gtycH-XL.jpg\" alt=\"\" \/><\/p>\n<p>Until today I don&#8217;t know that the wire for the bike&#8217;s fuel reserve light is pinched from the last time I remounted the fuel tank. The bike sputters to a stop 20 miles south of the border where I plan to top off on fuel. It&#8217;s relatively early in the riding day and I&#8217;m already up against the ropes for making Rio Gallegos. The 2 stations I stopped at for fuel in Rio Grande were out of fuel and since my reserve light was not on I pressed on. For a moment I&#8217;m amused at how easily a simple technology dissects me from the reality that the 200 mile ride at 85+mph in a driving wind would exceed the SE&#8217;s fuel range. I started the day with 30 miles on the tank to add to the humiliation.  So here I am under the falling dominoes of events and out of gas in Tierra del Fuego. A half hour passes and I&#8217;m unable to acquire fuel from the number of vehicles that stop to assist. It&#8217;s starting to look like I need a plan B when 3 men crowded into a small flat bed pull up. We talk briefly and with little hesitation they offer to drive the 40 mile round trip to get gas for me. I continue to be humbled by the generosity of the people I meet in South America. They punctuate their kindness by not letting me pay them for their effort. They won&#8217;t even let me pay for the fuel. <\/p>\n<p><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/photos.smugmug.com\/photos\/1252307693_k4bdT-XL.jpg\" alt=\"\" \/><\/p>\n<p>I reach the first border station anxious to make up for lost time. The Argentine border agents are having none of that and decide to single me out for a bag search. I have to pull all the gear off the bike and run it through the x-ray machines. It broke my heart to explain to the border agent who discovered my stash of ibuprofen that he wouldn&#8217;t be getting a promotion for making a big drug bust. I reach the port just as the Ferry was preparing to leave. Finally some good luck. Not so fast, this ferry is for commercial trucks and I could not convince the operator to let me on in spite of there being plenty of space for my bike. A half hour later the next ferry arrives. It dawns on me as I leave the burning islands that I&#8217;m no longer in the Andes Mountains. I&#8217;ve ridden almost 20K miles in the world&#8217;s longest mountain range since landing on the shores of Cartagena some 8 months ago and now they&#8217;re gone, just like that. <\/p>\n<p><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/photos.smugmug.com\/photos\/1252309086_5EQEh-XL.jpg\" alt=\"\" \/><\/p>\n<p><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/photos.smugmug.com\/photos\/1252310314_QZ4wf-XL.jpg\" alt=\"\" \/><\/p>\n<p><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/photos.smugmug.com\/photos\/1252321463_hjq8a-XL.jpg\" alt=\"\" \/><\/p>\n<p><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/photos.smugmug.com\/photos\/1252330121_pUeBb-XL.jpg\" alt=\"\" \/><\/p>\n<p>It&#8217;s dark when I reach the last border station where I enter Argentina for the second time today. The process goes quickly and I fight blinding truck lights for the remaining distance to Rio Gallegos. I top off the bike&#8217;s fuel upon arriving and the battery is flat when I attempt to restart the bike.  It takes a few attempts but I get the bike bump started with the help of the station attendants. After an hour looking for accommodations I finally settle for the least expensive of the options and find some dinner. It&#8217;s been &#8220;one of those days&#8221; but the kindness of my amigos in Tierre del Fuego is what I will remember from today.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I hit the lonnggg, cold, and windy grind up ruta 3 in search of warmer days. I&#8217;ve been heading south since I left my home in Arizona and for the first time in almost a year I point the bike on a northern trajectory. 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