He brought the bike to a stop and started fishing inside his left breast pocket.

“What are you doing?”

“You’ll see.”

He pulled out a compass, which he wedged between the speedometer and the handlebars. He then gave the bike some gas and
flung the back tire around in a complete 180 before heading back the way we came.

“Where are we going?” I asked.

“California dude!”

“I mean like right this very second.” I said.

“Back to that road we crossed. If they want to block our way through Oxford Station then we’ll just have to go around.”

“We better not get lost!”