Last Tango in Buenos Aires

Did this man just finish an epic journey or lose a bar brawl?

Our final group dinner was at a Tango Dinner Theater. Buenos Aires is the center of the Tango Universe. The show was fantastic.
These two could dance the Tango.
Tango in Buenos Aires!

Sierra de la Ventana to Buenos Aires – 370 milesThis was our last ride. Kevin asked everyone to meet at a restaurant 80 miles shy of BA so we could all ride into the big city as a group. This rarely works because big city folks squeeze into any space they can and very soon the 21 motorcycle group is completely split up.Mac and I left Sierra de la Ventana at 6AM and reached the town the restaurant was supposed to be in by 1PM. Unfortunately the route notes were wrong and we waited in Los Flores for over an hour until Kevin arrived with the others and told us where the restaurant was really located. It was 50 miles further north. During the hour we waited the rain we had been ahead of caught us and stayed with us the rest of the day. I parked my bike on a sidewalk in front of a closed store that had an awning. That kept the rain off while I was at lunch. When I came out I found that others had parked their bikes behind mine and I couldn’t get out of my place correctly. I swung my leg over the bike and put down my right foot. The problem was that my boots were wet on slippery concrete. The momentum of my leg swinging over the bike started it to keel over on the right side and my wet boot slipped out from under me. The bike threw me down hard onto my face on the concrete (I hadn't put on my helmet). I am, therefore, coming home with cuts and bruises on my face and head that appear to have come from losing a bar brawl.
The final 80 miles was not really as a group. In the rain, with 21 motorcycles riding into a huge city there was never a chance of staying together. At one point on a fast expressway I realized that 10 bikes were no longer behind me and I waited on the exit ramp so they could find their way. By the time they arrived the group ahead was gone. We found them eventually near the hotel. The parking was underground, down a steep, narrow and wet ramp. I nearly lost it on the slippy concrete. The guy behind me did lose control and his bike slid 40 feet down the curved ramp, bumping the walls all the way down. A Classic finish!