"Dammit, Jim, I've asked you not to call me that," Bones said jokingly as he stepped up behind him. "Oh wait - you're talking to the bike."

It was a gorgeous cycle, even someone as uncultured in motorcycles could see that it was quality. Despite the availability of hovercycles, the purist in Jim seemed to prefer the wheeled cycles, and Bones appreciated it. The feel of the ground below him gave him a sense of security - at least until Jim started driving at break-neck speeds.

Yet here he was, climbing on the back of Jim's bike. "You got an idea where we're going?"