Tom managed to get the old dirt bike started but the real task was keeping it running.
Tom decided there was no way he could successfully rescue his bride without help so he steered away from the town headed for the main interstate.
Making pretty good time, Tom managed to make it almost seven miles of baren highway before the bike sputtered to a stop.
Tom looked up ahead, a sign read food gas and lodging one mile. Then he thought of the roadside bar and grill he'd passed about a mile back. He thought not to stop there since there must have been seven or eight bikes parked out front and that type of help he didnt want.
He stood there at the side of the road as a big rig flew past stirring up dust and leaves as it went and decided which way to walk.