The Nicaragua Pistones

Guillermo Terran, the owner of the Harley shop, had kindly offered to put us up in the hotel next to the shop for the night, and we had gleefully accepted, so, after arriving at the dealership, we dumped our stuff in the room and went down to meet the other Harley guys in the shopGuillermo Teran, the owner of the Harley shop, had kindly offered to put us up in the hotel next to the shop for the night, and we had gleefully accepted, so, after arriving at the dealership, we dumped our stuff in the room and went down to meet the other Harley guys in the shop.
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The Pistones really were the Upper Class of Nicaraguan Society. One of them was from the Flor De Cana Family, another owned a huge chain of Sex Hotels, one was very high up in the organization of the national bank, and so on, all really nice, friendly guys.
Nicaragua is like most Central American countries; in as much as a few large families from the old colonial days still possess the majority of the wealth in that country, and in Nicaragua, they all rode Harleys!
If you ever need to network in Nicaragua, get a Harley!
We saddled up and rode the back roads, past the Volcano at Massaya and into Granada.
Granada is another colonial town, similar to Leon, but in much better condition, and more visited by tourists. We arrived into town en masse, around 12 bikes, revving their engines and turning heads in true poseur style, with me rolling at the back trying to be discreet!
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Guillermo, the man with the plan, thanks a lot for everything mate!!

We all parked up and went and sat outside a sports bar, and Guillermo treated us to lunch, we all talked bikes, roads and cultural differences, walked around town a bit, then headed down to the lakeside for some pictures, before roaring back out of town and back to the shop before the rain came.
Back at the shop, we played a few games of beer pong before Guillermo dragged us out for dinner, again, on him.
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We went back to the shop, which had a bar attached, had a few drinks with our host, before dragging ourselves up to bed exhausted.