Page 90 of My Turn Petal
“You see boys, pussies are bumpers free.” Dylan intervene.
“They also go vroom-vroom,” Lennon adds as a joke and makes all of us laugh in unison.
They continue to laugh, all goofy and fun jokes.
“I sniff that someone will killswitch you while you ride,” Dean jokes with Meadow.
“All fair in love and war.” Luka comments.
Ain’t that right!
“Meadow, you should tattoo it on your throat,” Bradley suggests.
“He will bail as he did on every tattoo I almost gave him,” Dean waves dismissively.
“You’re not Jim Wilder.” Meadow responds.
Dean snorts, “But he was my mentor, you dick.”
Meadow makes tiny dance movements with his hips. “Big and juicy.”
Ronnie cracks in his speaker and I laugh as they continue to sling words at each other.
“Fuck off.” Dean sighs. “Dylan, can I have your cousin, take mine.”
“Haha,” Dylan plays with Luka’s hand. “No exchanges. Train cousin dick over there.”
“He needs more than training.” Dean nods his helmet sideways.
“A slap in the face might do it,” Theo almost breaks out laughing. That reminds him of a certain situation with my ex-nothing.
“You’re so bad.” I mouth the words in my helmet.
Meadow revs and everyone joins. “You can all blow smoke rings when I’m gone.”
“Watch out for BMW over there, she’s your competition.” Dean means me and it lifts my permanent sly grin.
“Ain’t that right,” I say as I kick the kickstand upward with my boot.
“Ready.” Luka revs once. “Set.” He revs again. “Go.”
The longest traffic light in history finally turns green and a row of bikes takes off, swarming the street ahead, and entering the highway.
“You cheater went on set,” Bradley rides and levels his bike with Ronnie’s.
“My ears are ringing, I thought he said go.”
Bradley replies to Ronnie, “Bullshit, I’ll steal Amber.”
“I’d like to see you try.” Ronnie’s mischievous voice booms in our speaker and Amber blows kisses to Bradley.
“It was nice to see you all.” Luka flies past us all. “Come on, wildflower, where you at?”
“Right behind you,” Dylan says, fist-bumping me before I pass her.
Some tail lights pass me by, some at my rear, and I simply focus on the road ahead.
The sound of our bikes wires my brain and body every time I hear it. When I become one with my machine, it speaks in my name and provides me the tingles in return. Yet, it’s a thousand times better when my other half is riding with me.
