She shrugs, picking up her helmet.<br/>"Well you've lived a hell of a lot longer than I have if you need a car, I've got mine packed in a pair of saddle bags."<br/><br/>Once outside they part he to get his car, she to her bike.<br/><br/>She sits astride her pride and joy and putting the key in the ignition, she fires the bike up, revving it a couple of times to get it ticking over.<br/>Taking her time zipping up her jacket, then pulling on her helmet and gloves, she allows the engine to warm up, switches on the lights, walks it backwards out of it's parking place and pulls onto the road to wait for him.