I heard an incredibly loud noise, and before I realized it, Will had appeared before me, perched upon one of the most bizarre contraptions I've ever seen in my life. It had two wheels, a handlebar, a very narrow seat, and a very loud engine.
"What in the world?" I had to scream to be heard.
"Hop on!" Will said cheerfully. "But first, put this on." He handed me a helmet of some sort that had straps that fastened under the chin.
"What is this?" I demanded.
"A twenty-first century form of transportation called a motorcycle," Will told me. "Come on! It's fun!"
I climbed on behind him and hung on for dear life as he sped back and forth over the ground. I did have to admit that the sensation of the wind blowing against my skin gave me a feeling of freedom which I hadn't often felt before.
Finally Will brought the motorcycle to a stop.
"How'd you enjoy that?" he asked me.
"I do have to admit that it was a most interesting experience," I told him.
"So would you like to try it again sometime?"
"Perhaps..."