As it turns out, 'the bug' was was the dune buggy in Luca's garage. A golf cart on steroids, it had oversized tires, seatbelts, and the capabilities of going "wicked fast", according to Bates.
"This is a terrible idea," Blaine said for the hundredth time as Bates helped buckle me in.
"Don't be a wiener," Bates told him, getting into the driver's seat.
Blaine sighed before getting into the backseat.
"I need a helmet," he muttered.
"No, you'll be fine," Bates assured him.
"I'Il be gentle."
With that, he started the engine and smashed the gas pedal giving me whiplash as I was yanked back into the seat. I praised God for the blessing that the seatbelt was for the next five minutes. Bates whipped in between trees and across fields like he was trying to kill us, giggling like a six-year-
