Imagine yourself, crossing a raging Costa Rican river as it rushes into the pacific on a 250cc dual sport. As you make it nearly half way you begin to feel the current begin to wash you, and the bike out into the sea. Its you or the bike you say to yourself. So as you watch your rented motorcycle with sketchy insurance being carried into the deep, you think out loud, I hope the guys behind me don’t try and make this same mistake. Here they come, there they go. Fuck…. Luckily for us, this was not the start of our adventure, but some poor bastards who ruined the bikes we had reserved just days before we arrived….
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