The bike purrs beneath me. Ive been working on it for the past month. There isnt a true farmboy out there who doesnt love to tear into an engine, and Im no exception. One of the island men has been helping me when I run into trouble. Now, this baby purrs with power.
I take the winding turns with Beck on my tail. Even with a mate and child, he takes his bodyguard duties seriously. Not that I didnt try to get away without him, hes just caught on to my disappearing acts and is prepared.
Axels schedule shows him at the southern end of the island for a week. Its where were headed. I could have used the Morse Code machine, but we like keeping it for emergencies. The small electronic pulse it gives out attracts hellhounds. We use the machine for communication with the U.S. and little else.