But of course he had a motorcycle. Out of all reasonably safe vehicles of the world, he had to have a motorcycle.
‘I still can’t understand how they are allowed to produce something that doesn’t even have a seatbelt or any other reliable safety tool, I mean this thing is dangerous, Jayce. There’s nothing, literally nothing, between you and your end when you’re riding this’. Was there any point in discussing this when she was already sited behind him? Probably not. She held onto him tighter and closed her eyes.
'I’m every safety tool you may ever need’, he awnsered and revved the engine.