Fernanada and I start down the dark street. I hold on to my handle bars tight. Letting go could kill her, and maybe even kill me if the bike flipped over. We are getting closer, I just know it! I look to my right and spot a sign that had the words: FLORIDIA AIRPORT 30 MILES AWAY. WATCH FOR CRASHING PLANES!. I steer over into grass. We'll continue on grass, just in case.
I am pretty sure I've drove 10 miles in the last 2 hours. I am starting to worry, about Fern. She has been sleeping for some time, now. I take one hand off the bar and poke her. She groans. I break my bike. Now that we have stopped, we can eat.
Suddenly I hear gunshots! I turn to look, but what I see is something I thought I would never.