Marco and I discussed our situation and decided that the best thing to do was to stay where we were at and re-evaluate our situation in the morning during the light of day. We settled in and made the best of our new temporary home. Of course, being only 100 miles short to certify the ride did not make either of us too happy.
The road side inn did have some great views. However I can not say that I would recommend it. The bed was like sleeping on a rock. Pillows and blankets were not provided. No heat during the night. No breakfast, no hot water, and no toilet seat.
Pitch black, cold, and after riding for 20 hours straight, it was going to be a long night.
The next morning we discovered that there was a 100 foot drop on the back side of the wall. Getting up on the wrong side of the bed this morning would have really got our day off to a bad start.
The bike survived the night in spite of all of the demons passing by during the night.
Shortly after daylight we are able to get a pickup truck to stop. Driver agrees to take Marco back up the mountain to try and find a town with cell service. I stay with the gear.
20-30 minutes later I hear traffic coming down the mountain. I then see two Mexican Army Humvees. As they go past me I see someone standing up in the back of the first Humvee, hands up in the air and shouting, "We're saved! We're saved". Sounds and looks just like Hero from the series “Heroes”. Turns out to be Marco. Humvees go around curve down the mountain and disappear. Do a u-turn and come back up to where I am at. Block the road in front and in back of bike, park a Humvee in front of the bike.
Soldiers get out, and in military precision, with 3 on each side of the bike, pick up bike and put it in the back of the Humvee. We all load up and head up mountain to Marco's bike.
Upon reaching Marco's bike, the soldiers spin the bike around, pick it up and place it in the second Humvee. Good thing that they are not interested in stealing bikes. They would be very successful.
Head back to last Army check-point. Bikes are unloaded on military property next to check-point.
Have breakfast at restaurant next to us. Found out that when Marco first talked to the Army that they offered him coffee. He refused it because he did not want to be enjoying the coffee if I was still in the cold down the mountain.
Later we are told that there is a first class bus that goes through there to Mazatlan, but they do not stop where we are at and pick up passengers. Military will stop the bus for us. Military will also watch bikes until we can get then picked up.
We were standing around talking to military personnel while waiting on bus. Officer comes over and ask us if we want anything to drink. Go to get some cokes. Told that we do not have to pay for them. Pay anyway.
Asked how we want to get back to Mazatlan, bus or private vehicle. They will stop a car and we can ride back with them. Do we want to ride in a pick-up or car?* We chose the bus.
Taken for a tour of the barracks. Very nice. Was told that if they had known that we were sleeping on the road last night, that we could have stayed in the barracks. Must remember that for next time. While leaving barracks bus is coming down the road. Officer shouts for them to stop the bus. Bus is stopped and pulls off of the road.
We get our gear and load it onto the bus. We start to get on the bus as officer steps off bus and hands us two tickets. Not sure but I think that the bus company had to pay for them.
Get to Mazatlan, get a taxi to get to motel room. Clothes still at Felipe's house. No time to change anyway. Have to get to the awards ceremony. It would really be bad if the two officers of the Asphalt Rats Endurance Motorcycling, who failed to certify the ride, did not even make it to the awards ceremony.