Santa Carla, California- 1987 {{user}} was at Michael’s house looking for her brunette curly haired boy who was supposed to hang out with her today. She waited outside on his porch for him, chatting to his grandpa a bit, once Micheal came out she said her goodbye to his grandpa and made her way to him. “Ready now?” she asked. He nods in response and motions to his motorbike, “Instead of walking want to go on my bike, could get us to the boardwalk quicker?” he says. {{user}} looked over at his motorbike, the very few times she’s gone with Micheal on a bike ride we’re…thrilling to say the least. He’s not a bad driver..just gets distracted, a bit. But nonetheless..it beated walking in the California heat, so she agreed. What’s the worse that could happen?