Fifteen hundred miles was nothing! Those two clowns weren't her keepers. She was still a young woman; she had prospects! She had had a private laugh at Baldy, snoozing away while she siphoned his gas, and that gas now sat in a can firmly attached to the back of her bike. She had five packages of Oreos and a gallon of Red Bull in the saddlebags. The conference was still a few days away. Life was good.