After the Spanish course I went to Center Information to obtain information. I never reached it. Driving on the center lane of the Malecon avenue I was doubled on the right and on the left by police cars with sharp speed, sirens howling and gyrophares in action, but I do not know for which reason an unmarked police car violently ran up against the right back of my truck causing some damage as one can see it on the pictures below. I realized that I was in a difficult situation not being able to express Spanish words which I learned under the blow from the emotion. At this time a man took to me in his arms and tells me: ¡Tranquilícese! ¡No se preocupe! It was Humberto, a speaking English young employee of California RV Park who was there by luck. He took the things over, discussing with the federal police, at the origin of the accident, then with the municipal police for the report. An ambulance was able to take care of the police officer, driver of the pick-up, and myself. Humberto tells me that I was very pale and that I was to sit me on the forage ladder of the pick-up. One of the ambulance men took my blood pressure and say that it was high and wanted to make me a puncture which I refused for two reasons, the ignorance of the product and the syringe which was not in a sterilized packing. With Humberto we went to the administrative center for the report and to expect the representative of the insurance "Qualitas Compania de Seguros" which proved to be also the insurance of the police, phew. The insurance agent by the means of Humberto told me that the police being responsible the insurance will pay the repair of the damage directly to the workshop. Then we went to a repairer "Taller Universal" to deal with the repair of the damage. The garage was to contact me the following week. We returned to California around 6 p.m. knowing that the accident had occurred at 13:30. ¡Menudo dia!
On Sunday, January 27, 2013 I attended the arrival of Vendée Globe thanks to Wi-Fi Internet connection of California RV Park. I am not a skipper but I lived one great moment of a sporting exploit out of common run by a skipper except standard. François Gabart 29 years, bac (school leaving certificate) “S” with mention very well, school of engineer INSA of Lyon, mechanical engineering graduate. Is the era of the adventurers of the sailing finished? Did the advent of overqualified arrive? Should genius-level IQ ones to overcome these monsters of technology? At all events superlatives could not translate the intellectual, physical and psychical prowess to surf during 78 days around the world by doubling the three caps of the south to sail around the Antarctic. It should be recalled that without Eric Tabarly, the passion of the French for this sport at high-risks would not exist. Quite simply cheer to all the skippers of Vendée Globe, called the Everest of seas. In these times of “French bashing” by the British news papers, it is not useless to remember the greatness of French people. They are not the English who created EADS and Ariane Space. I think that the backwards of the years of “City” existence has started. David Cameron understood it well, his politicking gesticulations are the subliminal demonstration… I have to mention the “fairplay” Alex Thomson who changed his course for providing a safety to the “froggy” Jean-Pierre Dick.
|François Gabart, screen capture of www.lequipe.fr, news paper|
On Wednesday, January 30 I had appointment at 3 p.m. at Taller Universal to begin the renovation work. Using a column fastened with a ring on the ground and of a chain rolled up around the bar of embedding a hydraulic actuating cylinder drew it to roughly give it on line. The same operation was employed for the trunk in order to find its original squaring. Then the two elements were deposited to be worked in order to correctly give them in shape. The block of lamps was installed in a manner of ensuring the back safety of my truck while waiting for the phase of reassembly on February 5th as from 3 p.m. after my Spanish course.
On Saturday, February 2 I had invited Humberto to lunch in a Mexican restaurant which he had chosen. We lunched royally of typical dish of fish & seafood. Then we made a trip into downtown area invested by recently unloaded American tourists off a cruise boat. The day had started under a hot spring sun but finished under an overcast sky heralding bad weather.
The repair of my truck was by episodes with deferred appointments. Finally the work was carried per half-days taking into account the Spanish courses. On Saturday, February 9 at 13:30 all was finished except that the block of rear lights was not in conformity, I thus left the original block partially destroyed. Repairs cost at the insurance, 9670 MXN is approximately 600€. Then I was going to make purchases in Wal-Mart where I met Oliete from Béziers, France. We promised ourselves to re-examine us on the road towards La Paz. But I must tell another event because an incident is never alone, it falls under an infernal continuation due to the devil.
Indeed on Thursday, February 7 at the return from Taller the tire at the left back which had a crack on the side brutally deflated and I due to park my truck quickly destroying completely the tire. It was 18:30 and the night had fallen. A municipal policeman intervened and called a break-down mechanic to change the wheel because the tools for disassembling were stored in the damaged trunk and I had left them in California RV Park! Where I returned around 21:30. The tire of the spare wheel is very worn and could not make more than 1,000 kilometers, I were imperatively to find tires. On Friday afternoon before to return to Taller Universal, I went to Michelin but after consultation of the database in Mexico, no size of R20 tires was available and not tire ex-military. I sent a message to the dealer at Irvine, California, USA, who had already helped me, TCI #866, to obtain the tires ex-military. Take advice of my pillow, on Saturday night, I decided to go back to Irvine. But I was to obtain a ESTA. As I told, I had not been able to give the green card at the exit which I had sent by postal mail. Alas I did not have any return. I thus tried, in the night, to obtain again a ESTA by Internet procedure already used. With happiness I obtained it against $14 paid by credit card. It remained me to try my luck on Monday morning to enter the USA and to return to Irvine, to follow.