FORTY-TWO
“Is that yours?” Barbara said after Vivian had wheeled her motorcycle out of the garage.
“Yeah, it's a Triumph Bonneville T100,” Vivian said.
“Triumph? That’s a British company, isn’t it?”
Vivian nodded. “Yeah, they're still around.”
“It’s beautiful.”
“You like bikes?”
Barbara nodded. “I’ve never owned one, just ridden on the back holding on to some bloke or other.”
Vivian grinned. “Well, hop on and you can hold on to me.”
“How exciting,” Barbara said as she mounted the bike and threw her arms around Vivian’s waist.
“You ready?” Vivian said.
“Quite.”
“Hold on,” Vivian said, as she revved the engine and roared into traffic.
Barbara screamed with delight as she felt the rush of acceleration.
“You okay?” Vivian shouted over the sound of the engine.
“Yes!”
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