Chapter NineThere's something special about being on the back of a powerful machine, which effortlessly manages to zip along the narrow winding roads of the English countryside despite its size. More so, when it's operated by an equally powerful man, whom I trust despite not knowing him well at all.
My safety, my life is in his hands in a way. When he accelerates, I have no choice but to speed up along with him. If he misjudges a turn, we'll both go down together. And yet, I couldn't feel more safe than I do now, on the back of George's bike.
The spring sunshine has lit up the surrounding fields, their slight damp glistening in the morning light. It's an absolutely gorgeous day, featuring crisp, cool air which I know will warm up later. We're well prepared so we don't notice the chill.
