Eros appears to our left once we’re on the main road, riding in the wrong lane. A semi barrels around the corner, and this time, my scream isn’t one of excitement, but fear. He looks over to me, eyes dancing mischievously. I scream for him to move, but he doesn’t. Just when I think he’s going to end up in tiny pieces all over the asphalt, he swerves in front of Sebastian, following it up with a wheelie.
