The sight of local cops in Tulcan, Ecuador was really cool. I was riding and waving at a squad of five and pointed to my bike which was an older model KLR. They slowed down then surrounded me while riding to pull me over. It was a routine document check and I was eager to talk to them about how they like their KLRs, but I just got confused looks back from them. My spanish was too bad, or they didn’t see the novelty of use having the same make of motorcycle.