We headed out midday, following the highway marred by large landfills and mining towns (If there is one negative to Mexico other than the water and the stray dogs, it’s the overwhelming amount of garbage everywhere, even when you’re in the middle of nowhere) and this time made our way down to a town called Mulege. It was apparently National Margarita Day (A very important and totally legitimate holiday), so we stopped at a small pub for carne asada tortas and margaritas. There, we met an ex-pat named Steve who was now living in Mulege. He was an avid rider and was really enamored with the FZ-07, so we all hit it off instantly. After chatting for a good hour or two, he insisted on getting us a room for the night at a nearby bed and breakfast and meeting up later for dinner. We had some great food (I now know what a trigger fish both is and tastes like), and we spent the whole evening talking about bikes. As I talked about my increased struggles with the dirt roads since we had gone south of the border, he told me that there were four stages to learning a new skill: Unconscious incompetence, where you don’t know what you’re doing but are convinced you’re a hero anyways, conscious incompetence, where you’re very aware that you don’t know what you’re doing, conscious competence, where you finally understand it, but still have to think about it, and unconscious competence, when the skill becomes second nature. I think I need to remind Hollywood next time he uses the “figure it out” line on a tough or sandy dirt road that my off-roading is still very much in the conscious incompetence phase.