I got outside to see Bane saddling up on a totally kick-butt chopper. I’d never ridden a motorcycle in my life. I guess it just never came up. But hearing Bane start that bike, listening to its meaty growl, I got a visceral surge of excitement. I was at his side in a twinkling.
“You don’t mind if I hitch a ride, do you, Bane?”
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