2014. mexico. midnight. dark alley. mexico, the alleys don’t really scare me. they somehow intrigue and pull me in. usually south of the border, well, further south, the sense of danger diminishes and the true colors of the latin culture reveal themselves, if you choose to seek them out. the bike, unlocked and safe, just where the rider left it. if it were anywhere in the u.s.a., the bike would be missing. not so here.