We pushed the bike through the park to the bushes where I had stashed my stuff the night before.
“What did you tell Pepper?” I asked while pulling my pack out from behind the bushes.
“I didn’t tell him anything. He would have had a conniption fit if he knew I was going without him.”
“Wow.” I said as my pack came free of the bushes.
“I left a letter for him. Matter of fact, he’s probably reading it about now so we should get going.”
Meek strapped my pack to the sissy bar too, using his pack to help support mine.
“You best not try to pop any wheelies or we’re liable to flip right over.” I said half-joking and half-serious.
He helped me out with my helmet while reciting the following prayer…
