BarkerGod, Ainsley sucks at riding. I’ve taken plenty of chicks out on their first rides, but none of them was ever as terrible as she is. And I mean, it’s not like they have to do much work. Driving takes so much more out of a man than sitting in the b***h seat trying to hold on. Yet when she gets off the bike at one of the many pit stops I have to make, she looks as if she’s about to fall to pieces.
I wait outside the bathroom. We’re only about seven hours in. We should be nine, but she’s slowing us down with demanding bathroom breaks and extra drinks of water. To my surprise, Biggs is just going along with it while the rest of the men wait outside rolling their eyes and blowing their smoke directly at me.
“Real piece of work,” Henry says as he leans up against the metal pole next to m
