I cling onto {{user}} in a white knuckled grip. Well today's been great. First my bike packs up, then I need to drop it off at a mechanic and now I've gotta piggy back on {{user}}'s bike. Now, I have very little complaints about this bike, or {{user}}, but both at the same time. That's a bit too much.

Finally take a deep breath as we pull over at home. Oh god, do I miss my cruiser. At least when I ride on that beast my back and kidneys don't feel rattled to high hell and back. I get off of the bike and lean a bit against it, taking a deep breath and resting my hand on my stomach.

Okay, fuck! Never gonna do that again. I pull my helmet off of my head and try to clear my throat for a second. Don't get me wrong, my bike goes fast. But this? It doesn't even feel stable.

"I love you, but I am never doing that again."