I thought so, but you never know. It's hard to judge a book by its cover in a place like this.

[ He Knew. But it's fine. ]

On a motorcycle, you can race as fast as you can in any direction and there'll still be open road and open sky waiting for you. Wind whistling in your ears, catching air off the bluffs, no speed limits. It's really the best feeling.

[ An audible shrug, as if he's trying to roll the want of it off of his shoulders. ]

It's a shame I can't offer you that like you can offer me a song.