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Frank would collect his final paycheck from the last bike rally of the riding season, pack up, and ride south in late fall. He liked to spend the winter months down on the Baja, a refugee from the freezing cold of a northern winter. Come spring, he’d head north and begin the bike rally work-cycle all over again.

He had a rude awakening early in the spring when his ride broke down only 70 miles north of the border. He ended up stranded in a small, desolate town by the Salton Sea. Following a chance meet-up in a motel parking lot, a woman took pity on Frank. Kelly invited him into her home for a dose of welcome home cooking that turned into some old-fashioned loving.

When his hostess pointed a loaded gun at his back and pulled back the hammer, Frank knew he was in the wrong place at the wrong time. The woman took exception to the fact he had discovered five keys of cartel coca stashed in her closet. It put her on edge when she thought he was stealing it.

Frank stayed around only long enough to witness the cartel sicarios hard-hitting double tap response to their missing drugs. He double-timed it out of town with a reformed pole dancer named Tammi riding bitch on the back of his motorcycle.

The woman had been Kelly's friend and neighbor. When she learned that Kelly was into the cartel for five keys, she decided to join Frank in his hasty exit. A wise decision on her part made for bad karma for Frank, and now he was on the run with a woman intent on keeping her own secrets.

By the time he arrived in El Lay, Frank had just about given up hope of surviving, thanks to a Molotov tossed in his direction on the freeway. He didn’t even drink. The fiery cocktail missed its mark, and Frank and his passenger rode on, only to become embroiled in multiple attempts at discovering who was out to kill them.

After a second firebombing failed to do its job, and following a murder committed by his girl of the minute, Frank knew he had to blow town in a hurry. He made good his escape for a third time, and now he’s back on the road, in a brand-new town, looking for work and a woman, not necessarily in that order.

Frank Ross Biker Tales