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Two Wheels Through Terror

Diary of a South American Motorcycle Odyssey

by (author) Glen Heggstad

Publisher
ECW Press
Initial publish date
Sep 2010
Category
Essays & Travelogues, General
  • Paperback / softback

    ISBN
    9781550229226
    Publish Date
    Sep 2010
    List Price
    $18.95

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Description

Ripped from his motorcycle by Colombian rebels and robbed of everything, adventure motorcyclist Glen Heggstad journeyed through South America, and the trip became a nightmare as he was forced to march through strange jungles carrying heavy equipment with assault rifles at his back. Even with all the hand-to-hand and sophisticated combat training Heggstad possessed, this chronicle shows that it was his shrewd thinking, precise planning, and a “do-or-die” last act of desperation that eventually secured his freedom. The shocking personal tale of an unimaginable journey through Central and South America, this travelogue details one man's capture by Colombia's rebel National Liberation Army and the eventual realization of his dream to complete his journey.

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Contributor Notes

Glen Heggstad was the youngest Hells Angel ever voted in, and his story of harrowing capture by Colombian rebels has been featured on 48 Hours, Larry King Live, MSNBC, a National Geographic Channel docudrama, and NPR. He is an international martial arts champion and the author of One More Day Everywhere.

Excerpt: Two Wheels Through Terror: Diary of a South American Motorcycle Odyssey (by (author) Glen Heggstad)

It’s total chaos this morning in Guaymas. Streets not flooded or buried in mud are clouded by a swirling powdery dust suspended in the air above the roadway, making it difficult to see or breathe. Every thick mustached, potbellied public official has different information about road conditions heading south. The bridge is fixed. The bridge is only fixed enough for light vehicles. And the bridge won’t be fixed for weeks and we’re all stranded. Most people I ask say it’s impossible to pass. Eemposeeblay! That’s code for me; whenever someone tells me I cannot do something, what they really mean is, they cannot, but I can.

 

Saddled up and cinched down, I’m ready to roll and leave the rumors behind. Just when my frustration is peaking from dealing with uncooperative Federales, I met an innovative Mexican in a small pickup truck who knew a way around the checkpoint. Vamos a ver. (Let’s go see.)

Sure enough, after winding our way through the crumbling back streets of Guaymas, we arrived near another connection to the main highway south where there was a mile–long string of traffic about to be permitted through by a different team of Federales. Concerned over further delay, I white–line it to the front of the line and find my way back to Highway 15. The road beyond is empty, with hundreds of cars and trucks now following me far behind. It doesn’t take long to see the damage. It isn’t just a few washed out bridges but rather about thirty partially crumpled concrete overpasses. Work crews have been busy all night reconstructing traffic lanes around flooded gullies while others are filled with gravel. I never would have been able to cross any of these washouts on my bike. The mud is much too deep.

The original double–lane highway was built on top of elevated dirt levees designed to control seasonal rains, but clearly not capable of withstanding hurricanes. The fragile road is now being undermined by rapidly flowing water and ready to collapse at any moment. Buses too heavy for the cantilevered asphalt plunge headfirst into the muddy swamp where they lie like fresh carcasses, ready to be picked clean by bandits of the night. It’s chaos for a hundred miles yet Mexican repair crews juggle and divert cars from both directions to keep traffic moving.

Hopefully, the road stays passable long enough to get me to Los Mochis, my anticipated overnight. CNN weather forecasts promise that new storm; Hurricane Lorena will still be swirling in this weekend. Wherever I wind up tonight could be home for a few days.

Word must have passed that the roads are shot because once ahead of the pack, there is no traffic in either direction. Today the fresh green Mexican countryside belongs to me. I almost forgot how beautiful it is down here and how nice the people are. A simple smile or a Buenos dias, and everyone is my friend. They want to know where I’m coming from and where I’m going. They can’t comprehend that I’m riding to South America on this little green motorcycle so I just respond, “Southern Mexico, maybe Guatemala,” and that alone is enough to shock them.

I arrived in Los Mochis by mid–afternoon, enjoyed a spicy Mexican dinner, and found a new twenty–dollar–a–night hotel with hot water, air conditioning, and color TV. There was just enough time to shower and search for a Café Internet, to send my readers a hearty Buenas noches from Mexico. Life is good.

 

Editorial Reviews

“When you read his book, start it on a Friday evening, because you’ll spend all weekend traveling with him. You won’t be able to put it down.”  —Cycle World Adventures

“This is a story of extreme travel at its finest. Everyone, especially riders, will appreciate the extremes this man went to in pursuit of his ultimate journey.” —Road Runner

“If anyone knows determination, perseverance, agony, and terror, it is Glen Heggstad.”  —Jimmy Lewis, editor, Cycle World Magazine