“I’m gonna crash!” he insisted, revving the engine again.
“No you’re not. Just take it slow.” Terrell stood a few feet away in the empty grade school parking lot. He raised both hands. “Remember what I told you.”
He snorted. “Give it some gas, remember where the brake is, and if I hit a pole, you’ll kill me.”
“I don’t remember saying that last one.”
“It was implied.”
Terrell shook his head and rubbed at his temple. “Just try it. The bike is designed to be simple to use. It’s not as difficult as it looks.”
“Easy for you to say!”
This Sunday afternoon activity put both of them on edge, but Terrell insisted they keep at it. In the event of an emergency, Dakota might have to drive Terrell’s prized motorcycle. So, he needed to learn how. Though he’d ridden it as a passenger dozens of tim
