“Pepper’s old man insisted on it when he bought the bike.” Meek confessed and I didn’t even pick up on the fact that he had said Pepper’s dad had bought the bike and not his own father.
“No, I kind of like it. By the way, where are the helmets?” I asked.
“You’ve got to be kidding me!” Meek said mockingly.
“Dude we’ve got to have helmets. What if we crash?”
“We’re not going to crash and besides the helmets are right there.” He pointed to the ground beside the fountain and laughed.
“You are not funny!” I said with a laugh.
I picked up the helmets while he was strapping his backpack to the back of the sissy bar. That’s when I started to wonder how I was going to wear my big stuffed backpack with that sissy bar in the way.
“Don’t worry, I’ve already figured that out.” He said.