I made one last minute stop at Staples to print out our Mexican Motorcycle Insurance papers, one of many sets of documents we were going to need for a long term stay in the country, and Mike lead us through some beautiful, green, sweeping mountain roads toward the border. The rain kept us to a modest pace, but after a month and a half of “taking a break” among Los Angeles traffic, it felt like I could finally breath again. We crossed the Tecate border with no todo at all (unlike Canada where we got drilled for 5 minutes each on whether we had a gun, the Border guards didn’t even bat an eye at our bikes and waved us right through). The hardest part of the crossing was probably just getting over the topes- a horribly designed style of speed bumps that was clearly made to spite motorcyclists. Since Hollywood and myself would be going to the mainland eventually and not just staying in the Baja, we parked and went to the office to get our Visas and Temporary Vehicle Import Permits, giving us 6 months to get through the country. I was told these services weren’t offered in Tijuana, as people rarely use it as a hub for the mainland, which is part of why we chose the Tecate crossing. There weren’t any lines, but we had to jump around back and forth to different offices getting different paper work, stamps, and photo copies, and it took about an hour and a half for everything to be processed. But after a $25 visa, a $59 permit, and a $400 deposit on the FZ, I was poised to go explore!