Chapter 13

I noway allowed riding on a motorcycle could be consequently important fun. I relaxed as I sat on the reverse of that bike, taking in the wind that was blowing through my hair from under my helmet. We 'd been on the road for five hours now, and I did n't have the first indication of where we were. My stylish conjecture was that we may have been close to the Virginia country line, esteeming the revise in decor and temperature. I could feel the warmth indeed through the blowing wind. Our morning had been relatively assiduous. Within an hour of us getting up and me changing James's tapes, we 'd been ready to go. James had made sure to pack up everything we 'd need ina pack, also locked up the house and walked out with me to his motorcycle. I'd asked him what he was going to do about his home there, but he did n't enunciate important away from stating that it was the least of his worries. Fallsburg was n't a safe position for us presently, and there was n't a entire lot of time