We were back on the road the next morning and ready to get off the island, soon to overcome the same obstacles we encountered on the way in. Accompanied by the heavy winds, cold temperatures and a blanket of rain, we rode out of Argentina, into Chile, crossed the Straight of Magellan, and back into Argentina. We took the opportunity to warm up inside the ferry during the 20 minute ride across the straight. The trip began to take on a different feel, it was now a matter of the machines holding up for the final stretch. Everything on the bike had been put through the gauntlet. The rear sprocket teeth were so thin and hooked they looked like cheap, bent steak knifes. The tires were down past the wear marks, the brakes were beginning to fade, air filters clogged with soot, dust, and sand, and the spark plugs were crusted black with carbon. But like the troopers that the KTMs were, they kept us on the move.
We were back on the road the next morning and ready to get off the island, soon to overcome the same obstacles we encountered on the way in. Accompanied by the heavy winds, cold temperatures and a blanket of rain, we rode out of Argentina, into Chile, crossed the Straight of Magellan, and back into Argentina. We took the opportunity to warm up inside the ferry during the 20 minute ride across the straight. The trip began to take on a different feel, it was now a matter of the machines holding up for the final stretch. Everything on the bike had been put through the gauntlet. The rear sprocket teeth were so thin and hooked they looked like cheap, bent steak knifes. The tires were down past the wear marks, the brakes were beginning to fade, air filters clogged with soot, dust, and sand, and the spark plugs were crusted black with carbon. But like the troopers that the KTMs were, they kept us on the move.
Looks cold. I guess they really do have winter down there. Thanks for letting us all tag along on such an awesome journey.
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