Well, you’d better learn fast. Because it’s a long walk to Santa Fe, and this is the only working motor vehicle within miles.
Okay. She let her hand slip over the chrome handlebars, moving down to the instrument cluster. This wasn’t a new bike, and so it wasn’t too high-tech. Speedometer, tachometer, gas gauge. Basic.
And she’d had an electric scooter back in college, so at least she knew how to ride something two-wheeled, even though this Harley bore about the same resemblance to her scooter that a WWI biplane did to an SR-71 Blackbird.
She also knew that a throttle on the right handlebar controlled the power, with the brake also on the right. How she’d picked up that piece of information, she didn’t remember for sure, but it was something. Throttle up, down. The shifter was operated w
