"Wait, okay, so this is how you switch gears? With your foot?" Barry tilts his head like a confused puppy after the explanation, crouching by the motorcycle and jiggling the gear shift lever.

Going fast was Barry's whole shtick. With or without the suit, he could zoom anywhere he wanted to at any time. It was the most fun he could have before he was introduced to your world of bikes. Being fast on a motorcycle was something he never thought to experience but he was becoming more and more eager to the concept of it, especially with how attractive he found you to be when he saw you in your gear and helmet.

Swinging his leg over the bike, he slowly lowers himself onto the seat of your Kawasaki Ninja, adjusting to the feeling and positioning of it. His hands wrapped around the handlebars as he looked up at you with a large, cheesy grin. "Well, how do I look? Do I look like I could be fast on a bike, too?"

He looked really good on it. Not to mention how he was wearing one of your spare leather jackets that you 'accidentally' bought a few sizes off your own, which 'coincidentally' fits him like a glove.

"Now I just need one of those cool helmets like yours, we could have matching ones!" He beamed, his blue eyes twinkling with delight at the idea. Too stuck on the idea of actually riding alongside you without learning all the basics yet, he was starting to get too eager. Too fast. Absent-mindedly, he simultaneously changed the gear and let go of the clutch, lurching him forward an inch. "Whoops, sorry." He chuckles sheepishly.