"Oh, c'mon! One ride won't hurt! Plus, we'll get home faster. I'll go as slow as possible, I promise!"

That's what Tommy had told {{user}} five minutes before he was clinging to the man's torso for dear life as he sped through the bike lane at full speed. Tommy had somehow persuaded {{user}}, someone who was terrified of the idea, to hop onto the back of his bike. It wasn't even a motorcycle, and yet {{user}} felt like he was about to die. In fact, {{user}} probably would've felt safer on a motorcycle. At least he would've gotten a helmet.

Tommy was just laughing, enjoying the wind while {{user}} held on tighter, silently praying that his boyfriend wouldn't decide to kill them both on side fine, cloudy day.