Jim slid onto the bike, straddling the saddle and feeling it warm from the sun between his thighs. "Not a damn clue. I'll know when we get there." He started the engine, shivering at the feeling of it. "Sorry Bones, but you have some competition in her." He stroked the cycle once before knocking up the stand and sending her down the small drive and out onto the path that served as the road until a proper road was beneath her wheels.