Rock Pounder, adventure rider extraordinaire, is planning a round-the-world trip on his motorcycle. His goal is Amsterdam and the herbal refreshment that awaits him there. But when you’re a legend—among women, adventure riders, and spies—nothing is ever as simple as it seems. Come along for the ride as Rock and his bike travel onward through Siberia, Mongolia, and Europe. His destination is Amsterdam and the pleasures that lie in store. The journey will take him places he never expected to go. But when Rock Pounder is on a mission, no one stands in his way, except, maybe, a tall blonde who means nothing but trouble.
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I need to give up drugs. I’ve started dreaming a lot or maybe
it’s a nightmare, I don’t know, because these are real stories,
and I’m dreaming all of them again, in living color, or blood,
as the case may be.
I’m in Central America, a few years back. A couple of shady
guys have hired me to crew chief a plane with Orbie, a pilot I’d
worked with in the past. We’re flying 50 feet above the trees in
the Nicaraguan jungle. My job is to push the boxes carrying
guns, ammo, and medical supplies out the back of the plane
when we reach a clearing. I was pushing a big box out the door
when I slipped on a spilled diet coke some idiot had left on
the deck. I started sliding behind the box toward the door. I
was grabbing for anything to keep me from falling out, but out
I went. I had a harness on, and the harness held, but I didn’t
know for how long.
I was dragged along at 150 mph, holding onto the deck of
the plane for dear life. The wind was so strong I couldn’t even
yell or breathe. Orbie saw me and immediately put the plane
on autopilot. He made his way to the back of the plane, trying
not to slide out himself. He didn’t even have on a harness. But
Orbie flew helicopters in Vietnam, flying into battle zones to
rescue the wounded. He can deal with tough situations, and it
helps that he’s just to the left of crazy. He grabbed the tether
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and pulled with all his strength and finally managed to get me
up onto the deck, where I was able to pull myself to safety. We
sat there for one second, before he rushed back and took the
plane off autopilot. This began a lifelong relationship of drugs,
women, booze, and, I might add, excitement.
We had about 50 minutes of flying time back to our base.
I’m not allowed to tell where it is. Orbie and I just sat there
and never spoke the entire 50 minutes. Boy, I’ll tell you what—
falling out of the airplane or any near-death experience for
that matter—makes you think. Next time a couple of shady
guys offer me a lot of money for a job in Nicaragua, I might
The plane touched down and Orbie rolled it to our parking
space, which was really tight. The planes on each side of us
had moved over just to try and bother us. Orbie just pulled the
plane in anyway. Whenever we get back from a job, he always
says, “Well, let’s go to the house.” He says that even if we’re
sleeping in tents next to the runway. On this trip we weren’t.
We were on the motorcycles and headed off to town for maybe
a massage and some herbal refreshment and a few beers. As
usual, we were broke, but we had paid our bill at the local cantina,
so we had credit. As we came to the outskirts of town, four
guys were sitting in a jeep—like they were just waiting for us.
They were all wearing army uniforms. Orbie and I looked at
each other, and we knew these guys were not in the army. They
were bandits. They saw us coming.
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