It took a bit of work to get Rack to take me out on the bike because he worries Angelo could have men watching us. Dax actually comes to the rescue and explains that if any strangers were hanging around Peach City, the town where the clubhouse is located, he'd know. I add in that I'm going stir crazy and need to escape if only for an hour or so. Rack gives in and the first part of the plan is in the bag.

I rode a motorbike in Haiti. It in no way compares to the power of the ...