THE LAST RIDE
OF THE AMERICAN DREAM

By the time anybody asks who’s driving, Duke has already missed the exit.

A Percocet-blue ’76 Lincoln Continental carries him into a year of blown money, motel madness, beautiful women, ugly confrontations, and music loud enough to drown out several excellent reasons to go home. From Texas and Austin to Colorado, South Dakota, Florida, and New Orleans, Duke keeps stumbling into situations that require either a lawyer or another drink.

America provides the entertainment. Its public servants have private appetites. Its moral authorities keep peculiar hours. Everybody loves freedom until somebody actually exercises it. Duke gets close enough to smell the hypocrisy, opens his mouth, and discovers how quickly a patriot can become a security concern.

Somewhere between the festivals, fistfights, and next morning’s damage assessment, people begin to matter. Friends become family. Women leave marks. Death shows up without buying a ticket. Even with the stereo cranked, Duke can hear what’s missing.

The Last Ride of the American Dream is a wild, politically charged gonzo novel with grease under its nails and grief mixed into the laughter. Ride shotgun with a man who can spot a national disgrace at highway speed and still talk himself into one more terrible idea.