Two Hands One Glove

Lost one of my gloves yesterday. I was not very happy.

You know the way it goes: Gloves on the back seat, mind elsewhere, take off, then - hang on something is not right, oh- no gloves, turn around and return to starting point to pick up gloves fallen on the ground. Except this time when I return less than a minute later the glove (the other stayed on my seat..) is gone. Gone. I looked extremely hard for a long time. Nobody felt guilty and came out and gave it back... I don´t know what someone is going to do with one glove except keep it as a memento of some poor ´rich´ tourist.

Any on my day off guess what I did?

I rode my bike.

Some 200k of rough dirt.

I was pretty knackered after that but the national park was beautiful. I was thinking, why can´t Argentina share some of its mountains and lakes with Australia so I can have a few in my Backyard?.

Anyway, today I gave my bike a bit of a birthday. Well not too much, can´t make ´er become used to too much attention. I cleaned the air filter out. Had to take the tank off to do it, but atleast now I´m not worried about the motor being clogged up with dust.

I met a rider (Rodreguez, not sure how to spell this name but I know I will by the end of this trip...) going south today and road with him for some 300kms. I left him to continue down Ruta 40.

Ruta 40. So far it has been mainly pavement (sort of sometimes). The next couple sections are gravel/earth/rocks known to swallow many a rider. Rough and isolated. Sounds like fun. I don´t need to go this way but it almost seems like a right of passage for the motorcycle traveller....

Big bike, little man...

Oh yes, picked up some new gloves today. Had to settle for some moutain bike gloves.