Okay then, it's settled. We do what we do best...we write.
But here is the quandary: where exactly are we in reality? Or rather the reality that exists only in our story? Are the bad Indians actually there or were they just a figment of Viper's breakdown? Since he collapsed while riding it must be before the group was stopped by the Weatherford band. OR...maybe like the last episode of Dallas, where the entire season was nothing more than Bobby's dream, the entire ride so far could be Viper's imagination! Maybe there IS no long ride and everybody's back at their hum-drum existences! Maybe it even goes back to Viper's FIRST bike accident and everything that's happened so far has happened while he was in a coma in the hospital and he doesn't even know Jodi yet and when he wakes up he has this weird kind of amnesia, like in Groundhog Day and for the rest of his life every morning when he wakes up it's with Merritt in the motel room finding the dead body of Courtney!!!
Wow, this is way more fun than our story!
(Only kidding of course.)
I will leave the progression to the guys, to set the stage about where we are and who's real and who's not. For me to figure this out would be like trying to put together the pieces of a puzzle, one where there is a different picture on each side and the pieces are from four different sets and some of the pieces are missing. Or like the surgeon who's doing a heart transplant and his head nurse who he just jilted decides to play a joke on him and when it comes time for the heart-swap she hands him a gorilla heart. Or like a mechanic trying to put a Volkswagen engine back together using spare riding lawnmower parts because some of the original pieces had been stolen by a homeless man who needed to sell them for food. Or like the little mama bird with early onset Alzheimer's who's been working so hard building the perfect nest and only needs three more twigs to complete it but she gets lost coming back and instead lands at a completed though deserted squirrel's nest and she goes "What the hell? Something's not right here."
Nope, practice obviously does not make one a gifted simile-ist.
-frolix