Ivy marveled at the extremely poor design of these cars given the technology. Jill could barely even sit on the seat without being tossed about. How ignorant were the engineers that made these? Hell, in her burnout days she could have designed better. She shrugged to herself. It certainly didn't bother her Jill was constantly pressing into her.<br/><br/>She watched the passing scenery with curiosity. Over all it really wasn’t that different. There were still parks and shopping and cars of sorts.<br/><br/>The rumble got her attention. The tryke got it more. A grin broke on Ivy’s face and dark look came over her eyes. It seemed the sub-culture might not be that much different after all.<br/><br/>Ivy nudged Jill and nodded to the first guy on the tryke.<br/><br/>“Would you ever fuck someone like that?”<br/><br/>She kept her language crude for two reasons. One, to see if it was still crude, and two, if it was, to see how Jill would react.<br/>