[ WP ] You know the random driver in every action movie where the hero jumps in and orders to `` follow that car ! '' . Yup , that 's you . Every single time you 're trying to get anywhere .

`` What's this?'' 
 
 `` Surprise!'' She half screamed. I smiled at her smile. 
 
 `` And this is why you wanted to buy the plane tickets?'' I asked eyeing the convertible with the half full trunk. 
 
 `` I ca n't get my bike on that.'' I said with half a mind. 
 
 `` I know, that's half the appeal. Do n't get me wrong,'' She said stepping in and running her hand from my lower back over my ass, `` I love what all the riding does for you, and me.'' The smile again, and damn was it infectious. 
 
 `` How far is vegas?'' I ask. 
 
 `` Just eight short hours away.'' 
 
 `` You know I do n't like driving.'' She made the face, it was one of the only things we did n't speak of. I think she assumed it was a horrible accident, or that I did n't know how, though now that I think about it she asked me for my licence last week. For the airline tickets. 
 
 `` Do n't worry I'll drive, just go ahead and get comfortable, I'll toss your bag in and we are ready to go.'' She rushed off. As always she took longer than expected. 
 
 I reached over and clicked the key forward and found a station. 
 
 `` shh.'' I said as she slid into the driver's seat. 
 
 `` What were they saying, it sounded important?'' She asked as I turned the radio off when the music returned. 
 
 `` Just something about last week's prison escape. The FBI is focusing on Maine.'' 
 
 `` Good. At least we do n't have to worry about those guys while we are in - VEGAS!'' She screamed the last word as she revved the engine. 
 
 `` Yeah, probably not.'' I said, not really believing it myself.
