I got terribly seasick on the ferry and violently ill twice. I got a room that night and pushed the moto to the Yamaha shop the next morning, where the only mechanic there told me that it could not be repaired because of its age (no part support from Yamaha after 1992)! I returned to the shop with three extra cola´s and smoozed some. He then offered to try to order some parts that ¨might fit.¨(The power of just being nice free drinks manifest) In-the-meantime, my Masonic brother, Mike Aurnague found the necessary parts from a broker in San Diego and has since shipped them express-rush to me in Guaymas. Hopefully they will arrive Monday and all will be well.