Chapter 22We headed back to the car. Next stop, Missouri Valley, Iowa and the Valley Hotel.
A few minutes after we pulled back onto Highway 30, Phil said, “The trans-dude wasn't messing around. Just zipped into town, found his lunch, and headed back out.”
“I wonder if it realized what Kyle was and cut his stay short.”
Phil's forehead wrinkled. “Maybe. But the kid wasn't much of a threat.” We were quiet for a while, then he finally said, “He's obviously driving…and I bet you he's on a motorcycle.”
“Why do you think that?”
“Cars were pretty new and pretty primitive in 1915, and although motorcycles have changed a lot over the years, an older basic bike would probably be similar enough in function to the motorcycles they had back then. It would be easier for him to handle, less to learn
