4 men, 8 cylinders, 3000 miles, no mercy!...

¡QUE CUBA VIBRE! This latest idea of ours vibrated like a healthy mix of rum, Coca-Cola and lime juice. Let's go meet Paul's old Harlista friends. In Havana. Let’s go for a ride together, do some wrenching, if absolutely necessary. Let’s burn the days. We bring two W&W Harleys: The dual carb ’47 Knucklehead and the rigid ’48 Panhead....

The classic Mooneyes T-shirts which have been around since the 1960s and probably will never go out of style.

CUBIC INCHES AND CLARITY IN THE ARCTIC. The world all of a sudden gets clear, translucent and clean at 40 below. Only your own eyes are foggy with the exhaust of two Harley-Davidsons on the ice road, that on milder days as the Mackenzie River flows peacefully into Beaufort Bay. Up there, at Tuktoyaktuk, North West Territories, Canada. This book is a shot at trying to bring home some of the feelingS of riding two Harley-Davidsons in 2008 over ice roads to one of the most northern points on the American continent that can be reached with ROADGOING vehicles. Without getting into a well known situation round here: "Don’t get stuck in Tuk!“...

What on earth can persuade four grown men to ride their V-twins to a place where for decades gazillions of mosquitos, free range guerilleros, sinister paramilitary, paranoid drug runners and desperate indigenous people have been doing their level best to prevent Panamericana’s last missing miles being built. Some call this white area on the map the ‘Darien Gap‘, to the Four who went there it is the mother of all roads, the Mud of no Return. What they did was to try and to close this last gap in the road connecting the two Americas. They were using Milwaukee machinery, mildly modified using stuff from the W&W Cycles shelves. The ride included police encounters, homicidal truckdrivers, lousy hotel beds, stampeding cockroaches, DIY river crossings, tropical downpours, Panama beer and forcibly removed distributors, and ended – in the mud. Mud beyond all imagination. Mud, so bottomless that only a four wheel driven Big Foot truck could rescue the intrepid riders. A specimen of this mud of muds is still sitting in a climatized W&W safe, a warning to the world that no road is so pitiless as the Mother of all Roads, the Panamericana.