Mike said he had to go. He mumbled something about a job or money or something... I don't quite recall the details. He had rode from San Diego to Hyder, Alaska on a 400cc dirtbike! Now, he was going to ride back. Alone. On the same dirt bike. While eradicating the countryside of mosquitoes along the way.
|ride on, scumbucket.|
Harper and I mourned again, then continued northward. The roads got even more remote, towns and gas stations further apart.