Spike got on, wrapping arms around her, as they headed out of town, and onto the open road.  Barstow was a little town near the border between Nevada and California.  There was a truck stop diner there, noted for their pies.  And there was a lovely stretch of desert behind the truck stop, where you could walk out and see the stars.  Spike told her all about this on the way.<br/><br/>He was enjoying the feel of being out with her on the road, the bike zipping away the miles, the wind blowing on the both of them.  His hands around her waist, the bike itself thrumming between their legs.