9
Road Hogs
Kirsten’s mouth crinkled into a polite grimace. She rubbed at the side of her eye as though anticipating a tear, and shook her head, a spare helmet Jessica had found in the sidecar held awkwardly in front of her like something alien
‘I’m afraid I don’t think I can do this.’
‘Don’t worry. The sidecar’s even got a fold-out roof if it starts to rain. It’s no different than a car. Not really.’
‘But it’s so flimsy. What if a lorry overturns in front of us? It’ll squash us flat.’
‘I don’t think we’d fair much better in the van,’ Jessica said. ‘Look, these are our wheels. I’ve kind of borrowed them now and can’t take them back.’ It was true; the front door key was still on her parents’ kitchen table and, following a spin on the M32 to see what the bike could do, the door control
