Everything about this country is high. The record books are filled with such adjectives of this landlocked Andean country. Highest capital, airport, golf course, ski run and just about anything a desperate tourism board can conjure up. With the bikes wheezing and our lungs doing little better we struggled into the valley of La Paz at over 11,000ft. A fitting place to switch out the new frame sent from Kawasaki. Though after a day of crawling through the worst traffic of our t

It was our first day in Peru, and one that neither of us expected or had hoped for. The scenery was lush green and vast on the outskirts of the Amazon rainforest and the temperature in the upper 70's. Having come into the country via dirt roads east of everything civilized it seemed, we skirted the edge of the jungle traveling along a simple dirt road that seemed to go on forever. The hilly corners were moderately tight, visibility limited, and traffic virtually nonexistent.

Just another KLR 650 riding through the jungles of Panama...

March 11, 2003 Finally arriving in the area we've been repeatedly warned about, I decide it is high time for our first flat tire. Yes, 100 miles in, my IRC tire (It's Really Crappy), pops open a one-inch gash. I thought it was a little odd when my foot brushed the pavement on the last turn. Dragging the pegs on a fully loaded KLR is not something usually encouraged. Dripping under the midday sun I pushed a little too hard trying to put the repaired tire back on. Gear, bolts a

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