Updating a (somewhat) old thread...
I flew to Phoenix last week with the intent of bringing the 550F down to Mexico City and wrenching a little on the 350F to try to figure out what I'll do with that.
For the 550F, I bought the bike a year ago with the intention of bringing it here to CDMX, but I wasn't sure how. When I moved in 2017, I had the opportunity to do a one-time, tax-free move called a manaje de casa. The company I used was based in Laredo, and they did the paperwork for the 350F I have here along with the move. Adding the 350F cost $800US more for paperwork and transport.
That company is out of business, and over the last year or so I've occasionally spent some time trying to figure out how to get my bike down here. The guy who worked at the company in Laredo offered, but there was no company behind him and I'd have to get the bike to Laredo. I was interested in just paying for everything all at once and having someone transport the bike from Phoenix, but he couldn't do that and didn't return a couple messages. This happened a few times -- calling people who are import brokers, discuss what I need, they'll tell me they can do it and will get back to me, but never do. A bit frustrating -- "I want to pay you for the service you provide!" I kept thinking.
My trip to PHX was looming and I didn't have anything set up. I started to search more energetically and found someone listed on the ADV forum. At this point, he was just a random name but it included his phone number, so I thought, "what the hell..." and I called. He could manage the paperwork if I could get the bike to Nogales. He seemed like a nice guy, we started in Spanish but I think he quickly figured out I wasn't Mexican and switched to English, and we agreed on a price and some details: Thursday, June 6, would be the day.
I reserved a van at U-Haul and made the plan to get up early, get the van, load the bike, drive to Nogales, and go from there. On Thursday I got to U-haul at 7:15 and the attitude-drenched millennial told me I needed a US phone to make the reservation, despite having a credit card, having uploaded my driver's license and a selfie, etc. "I have to protect my vans," he kept telling me, and I kept thinking, "You're getting paid $12 an hour and they're not your vans, but corporate would love you." I asked if I could use someone else's phone, but he insisted it wouldn't work because he couldn't get a hold of me if there was an emergency (although, of course, if he called my friend my friend could call me). Dude was a douche, and I walked out empty handed.
Before this mishap I figured I had a 50/50 chance of making this happen. If I felt sketched out when I got to Nogales, for example, I was prepared to turn around and come back. But this left me thinking I was doomed. I ran back to where I was staying, made some calls, and made a reservation at a rental car place that was literally next door to U-Haul, which got a rigid digit as I drove by. But... they only had electric cargo vans with a range of 120 miles. I needed to go at least 350. The guy "upgraded" me to a 14-foot van with a ramp at hip height, and he told me a buddy could help me get the bike it. I didn't have a buddy to help, but I figured it was my only shot.
Drove the van to where I was staying, and the battery was charged enough to start the bike. I Evel-Knieveled it up the ramp with thoughts of youtube loading ramp disasters playing in the back of my head. I pulled it no problem, best part of my day really. Ratcheted the bike down, and took off -- about an hour later than I was hoping for (and the customs place in Mexico closes at 1 or 2, so time was tight).
The drive was mostly uneventful, although the damn truck had a governor at 75. About 20 minutes from Nogales I noticed a fuel smell, and my first thought was that the bike had tipped over. Then I noticed my windshield was getting dirty -- the tourist bus in front of me was spewing fuel. An ambulance pulled up alongside and told the driver, and she pulled over right away. I got to Nogales thinking the broker would meet me on the US side (and I'd have a buddy to help unload), but he said no, he'll wait for me on the other side. I Evel-Knieveled the bike down the ramp, parked the truck, and rode -- in shorts, t-shirt and sunglasses -- across the border. Yes, I normally wear gear and a helmet, but didn't have one in AZ and the broker offered to get me one once I crossed.
Long story short, Oskar was great. He phoned ahead to his contacts at customs. I dropped off the bike, and he picked me up. We checked in with the shipper, then went and got tacos and just hung out and talked. He got the call that the bike was done, so I went and picked it up and rode it to the shipper. Four guys manhandled it up the stairs (being careful for the exhaust), put it on a pallet, wrapped it in plastic, did the paperwork, and told me it'd be in CDMX Monday or Tuesday (today). I got home last night, so I'll call them in a few and if it's here go pick it up.
The paperwork is all set, I just need to bring it in and get my CDMX registration and plate. I'll pay my work's lawyer -- who also rides -- a little to take care of it for me as bureaucracy here is maddening and if you don't cross a t or dot an i it means a return trip the next day.
So... success (although I've got to go pick it up still). And now I know what it will take. I also talked to Oskar about chroming -- but I'll chime in to that on the other thread on that subject.