The term ‘Joyride’ had been a first for Heatwave, but once he heard the meaning he understood. Cybertronians had a similar word in their language. Though, on cybertron, there had been sanctioned zones for racing or any other frivolous driving.

Earth was different. That, Heatwave had come to find out time and time again was the truest thing on this rock. Now when he went ‘Joyriding’ (which was only done upon your request) he had to take you in the passenger seat with him.

You were more polite than Kade, at least. You didn’t clamber inside with muddy shoes and when you pretended to drive you didn’t white-knuckle the steering wheel. You were easy to please, too. Just breaking the speed limit and turning sharply was enough to make you cheer.

Depending on his mood he’d even show you a thing or two.

His engines revved as you climbed up into the driver's seat.