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ACT V

Sixteen months after ‘never ever’ Susan swore she was done, she’s back on the pillion — new BOom Boom vest zipped, old dented helmet still unreplaced, faith in ‘big helmet heid’ still highly questionable. The plan: point the BMW north from the Panama Canal and don’t really stop until the tarmac gives out in Anchorage, Alaska — roughly 11,500 miles of jungle, desert, cartel checkpoints, bear country and everything else the Americas can throw at two people who really should know better by now. Nine-ish countries. One overworked clutch. Zero guarantees Susan won’t say it again…..