"Especially over my cheeks!" Aarne was laughing as he kept the slide, right around to go back the same direction they had been coming from. The Ducati leaving a black mark on the pavement. Smoke was rising up from the tires as they spun and Aarne waited until Billy swung out behind the bike before letting the the tires grip again. The bike scooting forward a little faster than before.

"You still back there Brit?"