T – Well we did another pile of cleaning. Going over the bikes again and again. Every crack and fold in the metal was gleaming and eventually the wet wipes and rags stopped coming away with dirt on them. The engines were scrubbed to the point where the paint was coming off, so they are as clean as they will get too. We removed battery boxes and more wiring to get into the guts of the bike and again we scrubbed and wiped and dried and scrubbed some more.
C – It was tedious work I have to say. Nitty gritty cleaning for hours on end, we were so relieved to see them done! Next job – the tent, boots and anything else that may have dirt on them.
T – We decided after 4.5 days of cleaning that there was nothing more we could do for the bikes. So we gave them a squirt of silicone protectant, which made them gleam like new bikes, and trundled off to the airport.
However Rosie had one more little fun thing in store for us. At one of the toll gates she stalled and refused to start. Poor Chantelle had to push and drag her out of the toll booth and off to one side where she finally caught, coughed, farted, and spat off her rear brake actuator. Nice.
It seemed she may have just had a bad dose of dirt in her fuel as she was soon running happily and I pushed her brake rod back into place. This brake rod is the one I made with some threaded rod and an axe way back when we were in Yellowstone National Park, and its nearing time to replace it.
C – We arrived at the gates to the cargo terminal and let DAF Cargo know we had arrived. It was really quite cold, despite the sunshine, and unfortunately, the DAF guys were held up dealing with a shipment that did not quite go as planned. So, we ended up having to wait for about an hour and a half, but eventually, they showed up and took control of the whole situation. They were really lovely and helpful.
T – We wheeled the bikes into a warehouse at the airport where two tiny pallets were waiting for them to be strapped down.
A group of workers descended on them and soon they had their fuel tanks drained, batteries disconnected, tyres were un aired and they were strapped down onto the wooden bases. I stood by and admired how clean they were. They were possibly the cleanest posties I had seen in a very very long time. . I would have eaten off of them.
After a quick farewell we trundled ourselves out of the warehouse and back to downtown Buenos Aires. Funnily enough I felt no sadness saying goodbye to Mabel. She has done an exceptional job to get me here and if she gets “lost” along and goes to an early retirement then she deserves it.
C – Funnily enough, I felt terrible about leaving Rosie! She has worked so freakin’ hard to get me here and I felt terrible leaving her all alone with groups of men ogling at her!
T – We fly out at the ungodly hour of 1am on Thursday morning, so until then we plan to take in some of the city sights. The bikes land the same day we do in Brisbane and I am hoping we can free them in time for Saturdays postie bike meet-up in Brisbane. But I am not hopeful. We shall see.