[this is how Billy Hargrove packs a spare helmet: he ties it to his ass, pretty much. it’s a black thing, more to match Eddie’s bandana than the bike. Billy’s is azure blue, the same colour that the Camaro had been.
he tosses it once he’s parked up, revs the engine and waits until Eddie’s on, settled in, before he speeds off fast. there’s nothing like it, really. the speed, the wind, the noise. ]
no subject
he tosses it once he’s parked up, revs the engine and waits until Eddie’s on, settled in, before he speeds off fast. there’s nothing like it, really. the speed, the wind, the noise. ]