Before we left Cancun, Hollywood had lost his oil filler cap somehow in a moment of distraction, so we figured that this was the perfect opportunity to find a new one. Mexico has a lot of motorcycles, don’t get me wrong, but 99 percent of them are the size of a Chihuahua and half as fast, so finding a part for an FZ-1 was a tall order. We stopped by a motorcycle salvage yard where the shopkeeper’s neighbor, an expat from Detroit, offered us some tea while he called the owner to wake him up from a long night at the pub. Merlin (double points for being named Merlin) had an infectious laugh and fun personality, and was hugely in love with motorcycles, hot rods and traveling. In short, he was basically an Irish version of Hollywood so between the two of them, our 5-minute stop turned into a couple hours of good laughs and motorcycle tales. If there hadn’t been so many other things still to see, we probably would have spent the whole day there!