(Camden)
She eyed me cautiously as I slid my helmet over my head. I didn't do cars, took too long for everything. To get in, out, find parking, and don't get me stared on traffic. My YZF-R1 had never let me down before. It may have been a little unconventional to have a sports bike in the middle of the Scottish Highlands, but it's got me from point A to point B not only fast, but in style. I reached over to the passenger peg and pulled the little black helmet off handing to her. It was going to be a present for Yvonnie, but I had hesitated giving it to her...and now I was glad that I listened to my instincts.
"You want me to get on the back of that thing?" I popped the visor of my own helmet up, the details on the front of my helmet started from my mouth spreading across the front of the helmet in a wide sickly grinning mouth full of pointed teeth and highlighted by green saliva dripping from the teeth. I wiggled my eyebrows at her and she took the helmet with hesitant hands.
