Casey let her foot press the gear pedal down once, setting the bike in first gear. She enjoyed the roar the bike made when she laid her right hand on the gashandle and turned it. The butterflies in her stomach had awakened, not from the bike, but from Al's arms around her waist. She looked back at him, smiling a bit.<br/>"Hang on as tight as you can, and follow the bikes motions, otherwise we'll wish the beast had torn us apart." She let go of the clutch and the bike was flying out of the garage and down the street. She didn't stop for red light, zigzagging between the cars, using contra steering to throw the bike down in each turn making the footrest scratch the asphalt. She kept looking at the small clock, counting down until four a clock. They got there just two minutes before, Casey quickly jumped of the bike.<br/>"Quick Alistar, get to Lulu" She took the helmet, hanging it on one of the side mirrors.