Jakon sits astride his large Fat Boy, the huge engine roaring between his legs as he rapidly covers ground along the long stretches of unfamiliar roads. His saddlebags packed tight with all the essentials for road travel, maps, clothes, lighter and a couple of days worth of emergency rations and cold weather gear in case things go really wrong. The last few weeks are a mixture of seedy and dingy motels, road food and easy women.

Today is no different, a crappy hotel of the side of a highway after a long day of riding. Tonight there is no looking for a bar to drink in, just a rough bumpy bed in a crappy hotel and the sweet promise of sleep. Stowing what little gear he has away carefully and removing his thick leathers he collapses on the bed, the roads to travel tomorrow already calling.