“Good crazy or bad?” I set the helmet on my bike and turn back to her. “At first, it was scary. Like legs shaking kind of fear. But then, I don’t know. I felt free.” She laughs, big and loud. Her joy is fucking beautiful. “It was like every single cliche I’d ever seen in ads was true. I just wanted to ride.” “Ride where?” “Anywhere. Everywhere.” She throws her hands to the side.
