5 June 2018 – I gathered
up all my motorcycle paperwork and then we drove down to Avianca
Cargo near Los Angeles International Airport. We get to the address
and find the Avianca sign. The building appears vacated. We check the
building: it’s all locked up with no one around. We saw a truck
driver and asked him about Avianca. He said they moved from this
location to another address but not far from our present location. He
said he knew how to find their new building but didn’t know the
address. My brother Larry and I stopped in the next door building and
spoke with the receptionist. We asked if she knew Avianca’s new
address? She wrote it down for us and had a look on her face that
said “this is the millionth time I’ve done this. Why don’t they
fix their website?” We thanked her for her help.
We drove over to Avianca
Cargo’s new address. It wasn’t far, like the trucker said. We
walk in to the desk area. There are 4 people waiting ahead of us. The
worst thing is, it’s nearing noon / dinner time. Sure enough, two
of the guys left for dinner and the remaining individual was tied up
with someone for the next 30 minutes. So, we sat and waited. Finally,
a guy walks out to the counter and asks each of the 3 customers
waiting for help what they needed. Our request was quite simple so he
took us first but I said, these other two guys were here before us.
They said it wasn’t a problem. So, I pulled out my Air Waybill and
showed it to him and asked if the motorcycle was in this warehouse.
He walked into some office behind the desk and ran the Air Waybill.
He came back and said yes, it is here. He said you’ll need a broker
to get the motorcycle out of the warehouse. I asked if he knew of any
brokers I could use in the Los Angeles area. He reached back and gave
me a business card of a brokerage firm. We thanked him for his help
and left.
We stopped in at McDonalds
on the way back to my brothers’ home. That hamburger / hamburguesa
really tasted good. I missed American junk food while I was
traveling. Oh, the hamburger / hamburguesa bun did not break into a
million pieces either when I ate it. That’s funny because I
complained about that all the way thru Mexico, Central and South
America. Larry and I got back to his house and he received a call
from his girlfriend Tonya. She was over at her friend's house and
said that their Nissan truck would not move. You could put it in gear
but it won’t move. We drive over to Tanya’s friends house to
check out the truck. Larry climbs into the cab and the truck won’t
start. It has a message that won’t clear and the level of
frustration is just climbing. So, we get the truck parked so it won’t
get towed overnight. We all go home and discuss the truck. Larry
decides to call his car shop where he has all his maintenance done in
the morning. He’ll have them tow the vehicle to the shop and have a
look at it. This vehicle repair has all the ear marks of a very
expensive fix. No joy in the house to night.
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