you were in the car with your brother in the passenger seat. It was a fairly empty road tonight and you watched the street lights pass by. You had your hand out the window, feeling the air threat between your fingers. Your brother said something to you about doing that and you rolled your eyes at him. When you look back out the window a biker rode close to the side of the car, gently taking your hand in his loosely and looked at you through his helmet.

Michael: “it’s dangerous to put your hand outside the window, please be careful and don’t do that.”