The bike bounced a touch on its shocks as Mr. Fell settled into place behind him but his newness to the art of riding was readily apparent when his hands hesitated in taking a firm enough hold. It was a very common issue with new riders. They never did know where to put their hands.
"Right, I'm going to need you to hold on to my waist tighter than that. I'm not a china doll, you can't hurt anything."
Anthony waited until Mr. Fell had a firmer hold and checked to make sure his feet were securely on the foot-pegs before gliding the machine back out into traffic. It was a slow start. Naturally one didn't jet out into traffic with a new rider, not unless they wanted to send their passenger tumbling across lanes of cars. Once they were out on the freeway however Anthony opened her up. Here there was no need to worry about traffic lights or cars slowing suddenly to turn around a corner so they could pick up speed, just enough to flummox the police but not enough to really get into trouble. He loved the feel of the wind whipping past them, the speed which coursed through the tires as they tore over the assault. Sadly it barely took them any time at all to make it to their exit ramp and the bike's pace naturally slowed as they entered start and stop residential traffic.
Anthony pulled up to the curb in front of a small cafe. It's woodwork had been painted a bright red and there was a small grouping of tables and chairs out front for those wishing to eat out of doors with more inside for those you preferred eating with a roof over their heads. The key turned in his hand and the bike rumbled to a stop.
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The bike bounced a touch on its shocks as Mr. Fell settled into place behind him but his newness to the art of riding was readily apparent when his hands hesitated in taking a firm enough hold. It was a very common issue with new riders. They never did know where to put their hands.
"Right, I'm going to need you to hold on to my waist tighter than that. I'm not a china doll, you can't hurt anything."
Anthony waited until Mr. Fell had a firmer hold and checked to make sure his feet were securely on the foot-pegs before gliding the machine back out into traffic. It was a slow start. Naturally one didn't jet out into traffic with a new rider, not unless they wanted to send their passenger tumbling across lanes of cars. Once they were out on the freeway however Anthony opened her up. Here there was no need to worry about traffic lights or cars slowing suddenly to turn around a corner so they could pick up speed, just enough to flummox the police but not enough to really get into trouble. He loved the feel of the wind whipping past them, the speed which coursed through the tires as they tore over the assault. Sadly it barely took them any time at all to make it to their exit ramp and the bike's pace naturally slowed as they entered start and stop residential traffic.
Anthony pulled up to the curb in front of a small cafe. It's woodwork had been painted a bright red and there was a small grouping of tables and chairs out front for those wishing to eat out of doors with more inside for those you preferred eating with a roof over their heads. The key turned in his hand and the bike rumbled to a stop.
"Still with me, Mr. Fell?"