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!”