We got to the border on a beat-up old road, overtaking a long line of trucks in the customs line. Crossing into El Salvador was a bit more time-consuming than getting into Guatemala, but after sitting around for a couple hours, sweating out probably more liters of water than my bike holds in fuel while waiting for our vehicle permits to be stamped and signed, we were treated to one of the best rewards imaginable: The CA-3. The pavement on this road was flawless. Freshly laid, pothole-free pavement for the entire stretch of El Salvador, climbing through twisty mountains with tolerable temperatures, and skirting around gorgeous elevated views of valleys and lagoons. There were, of course, still plenty of normal Central America things along the way, like dodging rock slides, broken-down trucks, pedestrians, motorcyclists, herds of cattle, stray horses and dogs, but as established, that’s just another day in the life, so let’s focus on the pretty blacktop.