Motorbikes are dangerous. And if Daddy was here, he would tell me the number of people who die from bike accidents yearly.
We zoom past a car and I clamp my eyes shut. This is Ben, he is a great biker. I can trust him. We won’t get into an accident. I keep repeating these phrases as the bike glides down the road, passing between cars.
My arms are around Ben’s waist in a choke hold