I-90, Outskirts of Boston, Thursday Late Afternoon One nice thing about the end of the world, Leo recalled Larry once saying. No more tolls. Given the number of empty toll booths he'd passed on this stretch of interstate, Leo was inclined to agree with the late musician.
It was when he passed into the Boston city limits that his motorcycle's motor shut off. It didn't stall, it didn't spark, it simply shut off.
"Oh now what?" he muttered. The bike rolled to a stop and no amount of key turning or pedal kicking would get any reaction. "Just fucking great."
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