Michelle had been living from only the back of her $700 motorcycle for five consecutive years and her heavily loaded bike now brought up the rear as my just as heavily burdened Electra Glide beat its fateful rhythm against the warn pavement of this small Mexican highway. Highway 1 was neither crowded nor was it deserted and we saw few vehicles for many a mile. It was a lonely yet beautiful ride as the warm winter sunshine beat down upon our faces.