Anyway, after a long ride along what became boring toll roads lined with Pemex refineries and big trucks, we finally made our way to the stretch leading toward Veracruz. With about 30 kilometers to go, Hollywood coasted to the side of the road, hot, exhausted, and with a chain that seemed to be spinning in place on its front sprocket. We had replaced the rear in Panama, but it turned out the front sprocket needed a little more urgent attention than expected. He tried to limp it a little farther, but being so close to town, I figured now was as good a time as any to get my money’s worth on that overpriced Mexican insurance I bought before we left. After 30 minutes of awkward attempts at communication, yelling over semis that seemed to be in open rebellion with their mufflers, we switched to WhatsApp so we could communicate through text and GPS tracking and had a tow truck on its way.