
The clutch keeps slipping through Honduras and El Salvador until the San Salvador BMW garage — where service manager Fernando waits 90 minutes past closing, in the dark, just to hand the bike back fixed.

Susan faints on the back of the bike at 55mph on the Nicaraguan highway — a one-armed roadside rescue, a stripped-off pair of padded shorts among the leaves, and five attempts to get her back on before Leon.

Josias fixes the clutch and they’re back on the road to Leon — until 40C heat with no shade turns into something worse than the usual complaints, and Susan’s head starts thumping against Clif’s back at 55mph.

Eight days stuck in Managua waiting on clutch parts shipped from Connecticut via Miami — and the moment the rebuilt bike finally rolls back in, it’s clear the clutch is slipping all over again.

The bike, its only key, and $40 for tools all handed over to a stranger working out of his grandmother’s living room in a Managua backstreet — and now there’s nothing to do but wait for a WhatsApp in the morning.

A dead clutch on a fast Nicaraguan carriageway, a reverse-gear-free bike, and a three-year-old Facebook photo of a mechanic named Josias — whose name, Clif discovers, means ‘God helps’ in Hebrew.

Hand-massaging a failing clutch through Managua traffic works right up until a hill outside the city — where the bike finally gives up completely, and Nightmare In Nicaragua begins.

Beer, a live volcano, and a sloth sanctuary in Costa Rica, before the clutch starts overheating on the way out of the mountains and a rough border crossing lands them in Nicaragua.