May 1988.. I'd been riding hard all day and fatigue was heavy on me when I began to see signs of civilization.. The lights from the city of Hermosillo were becoming visible when a light mist of rain began to mist over the windshield of my motorcycle.. The highway had already become slick and treacherous, so I'd slowed down to compensate for the loss in traction.. On the outskirts of the city, road construction was everywhere.. While I carefully picked my way through the typical construction conditions, complications of the misting rain contributed to the increasingly dangerous environment that I was riding through.. After I'd eased through a particularly slippery intersection that had been excavated, suddenly the dreaded red and blue lights were flashing behind me.. After stopping and dismounting the motorcycle, two Mexican policemen approached me .. I'd already removed the helmet and had my visa and travel permits in my hand.. One policeman casually walked around the motorcycle, inspecting it .. The other examined my documents and commenced to question me about where I'd come from and where I was going.. As he questioned me, he was paying close attention to my responses and it was obvious that he was looking me over carefully.. He returned the documents to me and had apparently made some sort of decision to conclude our brief encounter.. Then, I asked the officer why they had stopped me.. The response was surprising, somewhat.. he said they'd observed me for a couple of blocks as I navigated those dangerous streets.. They'd seen the back wheel of the motorcycle skid a couple of times and fishtail.. Their concern was that I may have been drinking, overly tired .. or both.. They had decided to make a courtesy stop to determine my condition to operate a motorcycle under these hazardous conditions.. It should be pointed out.. the entire encounter with these policemen, had been conducted with courtesy and professionalism.. I thanked both officers and prepared to remount and continue my journey.. One of them stepped slightly forward and told me to follow them and they'd escort me through these dangerous streets of their city . I followed that patrol car through Hermosillo and when we got to the outer edges, they pulled over to the side in a well lighted area.. I again dismounted and approached the squad car with some money in my hand to reward them for the kindness and courtesy they'd shown me.. One of them, laughed and told me to put my money away.. The reason they'd stopped in this area, was because there were a couple of very nice motels located just ahead, and I could take the opportunity to rest for a while, which I obviously needed to do.. The hour was very late.. it was misting rain.. I'd already riden several hundred miles over a period of something like 14 hours.. Didn't take long for me to take their well intended advice to stop for rest.. Recent discussions on this newsgroup caused me to recall this incident in Mexico.. I believe that I may have shared this ride report, in the past.. It is one amongst many, positive incidents that I have experienced in that country over many years of travelling down there.. Mexico is a country of contrast.. There are many things that are wrong, down there.. It is also a country of good and warm people who will go above and beyond .. Those two officers were not obligated to me.. They helped me when I desperately needed some help.. Chances are, I'd have made it alright, on my own.. their assistance only made my trip through their city, more accomodating.. I have witnessed some very bad incidents in that country, but have been fortunate enough to not be involved in them.. Usually because someone stepped forward to intercede on my behalf.. There is no link to refer ( I don't refer links, anyway).. There are no statistics to provide "backup".. There is no substiture for personal experience .. Links and stats sometimes contrast greatly with what we might encounter IRL.. Although they should be considered, those links and stats are sometimes exaggerated to the point that one would be pleasantly surprised when the actual experiences of real life, contradict them. I believe the most recent trip that we made to Mexico .. me and the three brothers who accompanied me.. are perfect examples of this "pleasant surprise" that I speak of.. I do not pretend to be any kind of Ambassador for Mexico, nor any kind of expert about the country.. I do recommend anyone who cares to visit the country.. to go for it and enjoy.. You might be amongst the ones who are "pleasantly surprised".. Qualifying that recommendation with another little comment.. "Mexico is not for everyone" Again.. there are many things which are wrong down there and the trip is not for rookies.. Caution should be the rule of thumb and the trip should be made with someone who can speak the language and has been there before.. Regards Bill Walker Irving